TITLE:     WAR OF THE LEGENDS 5
AUTHOR:    DONNILEE
E-MAIL:    DONNILEE@SNET.NET
RATING:    NC-17
CATEGORY:  MSR, O/O
KEYWORDS:  X-FILE
SPOILERS:  Duane Barry, 3
TIMELINE:  Near end of Season 7.  Requiem never 
happened.

SUMMARY:   Mulder and Scully struggle to help the 
Clan and Tribe find common ground while they try to 
find out if their research can advance medical 
science.

WARNING:   Bizarre and rough sex between supernatural 
beings will be had in the course of this fic.  I 
don't want to receive flames or hear later that I 
surprised you with a gross situation that made you 
want to chuck your lunch.  There is one anal sex 
scene in this fic.  So you have been warned!  Every 
such scene is marked that it is the NC-17 portion, in 
case you wish to skip over it.

DISCLAIMER:  All characters used from the show, The 
X-Files are the property of Chris Carter, Ten 
Thirteen Productions, and Fox Broadcasting.  No 
copyright infringement intended.  No money made here.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  I have no clue what the landscape was 
in 35,000 B.C.  If North Texas was covered in snow, I 
surmised that Canada might be hot, so I used that 
supposition, not having a background in geographical 
configurations and glaciers of the time.  I ask the 
audience to 'accept the convention'.  Any errors in 
this story are solely mine.

THANKS:     To my faithful beta readers, FatCat and 
XL who take so much time and care to help me with 
these endeavors.  I love you both.  Thanks for all 
your time and effort.


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CHAPTER 1 (PG)
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35,000 B.C.
NORTH TEXAS
-60 DEGREES FERENHEIT

The Neanderthal entered the cave, searching for his 
friends.  They had not returned from their hunting 
trip.  He brushed at the ice caked in his hair and 
stomped his feet, his torch throwing weird shadows on 
the wall.  

A soft, scuffling noise caused him to whirl to the 
left.  He was tossed into the air and landed hard on 
his back.  The barely recognizable face of his friend 
appeared above him as he lay on his back.  "Ugaman!" 
the Neanderthal exclaimed.

His friend merely smiled and struck quickly, biting 
his neck.  The Neanderthal howled in pain as he felt 
his friend suck the life-blood from his body.  Then 
everything went black.  Ugamen continued to suck 
until there was no more, leaving a dried out shell of 
a man.

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MINUTES LATER

Ugamen stared in horror at his friend, wiping his 
mouth with the back of his hand.  It came away 
smeared with blood.  "Topoka cam me promo?" he 
whispered.  [What have I become?]

Magnar appeared beside him and said, "Mes untula bu 
cula."  [We cannot go back.]

"Me noa."  [I know.]  "Me cam am vamar."  [I have to 
leave.]

Magnar frowned but nodded.  "Me wona hamu."  [I will 
stay.]

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34,000 B.C.
SOUTHERN CANADA
102 DEGREES FERENHEIT

Ugamen emerged from his cave and gazed at the stars.  
His eyes fell on the mother moon and he stared, 
feeling her pull.  He had lived many moons and become 
another creature from the one he had been 1,000 years 
ago.  He still thought of his friend, Magnar, and 
wondered what had happened to him.  'Does he still 
live as I do?' he wondered.  

What he first thought was a curse, he later came to 
know as a blessing from the mother moon.  He had been 
horrified by his need for blood until he experienced 
the complete transformation that came with the first 
full moon after he reached his destination on the far 
side of the glacier and came into this place of 
soothing heat.  With the transformation, he had 
little memory of his deeds, and the horror had 
slipped away.  For his services to the mother moon, 
she granted him immortality.  

His mate was an intended victim that he had ended up 
not killing.  Something about the look in her eyes 
when he had bitten her had seduced him and he had 
staved off the hunger long enough to pull away.  He 
had killed her husband and children instead and 
carried her, unconscious, back to his cave.  She had 
remained with him ever since.  She had birthed a 
child once every twenty years since then.  They were 
considered another gift from the mother.  They took 
them out when they reached breeding age and help them 
find a partner.  Then they left to make homes for 
themselves.

Soon, rational thought was leaving him.  His mate, 
Terasu, joined him on the ledge that overlooked the 
rocky side of the mountain below their cave home.  
She looked up as well.  They held hands and waited 
for the transformation to come.  The mother was 
coming to use them as her vessels.  She must be fed 
and it was their job to feed her hunger for blood and 
flesh.  Muscles bulged, tendons elongated, and fur 
sprouted on their bodies.  They howled in brief pain 
and then it was over.  

Some time later the transformation was complete.  
They looked at one another, recognizing each other, 
but reduced to basic visual communication.  The 
hunger was upon them.  They grunted at one another 
and began loping down the steep incline that led to 
the valley at the base of their mountain.  The 
mother's need was upon them.  They would not return 
until the mother moon was fed.

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IMMORTALITY RANCH
BOZEMAN, MT
OCTOBER 2050 A.D.


Five-year old Carina looked at her mother, Lyndlay, 
and pointed to the woman on the porch.  "How old is 
Grandma Mulder?" she asked innocently.

"She's 86 now, Carina."

"Wow, that's really old," she commented with a very 
serious expression plastered on her face.

Lyndlay broke out in laughter, declining to tell her 
daughter that she herself was 66 years old, despite 
looking like a teenager of 16 years.  "Let's go, 
she's waiting," Lyndlay admonished, patting the child 
softly on the butt.

Lothian rounded the front of the car and smiled as 
their youngest daughter took off at a dead run across 
the long front lawn that led to the porch of the old 
ranch homestead.  He slipped his arm around Lyndlay 
and kissed her on the temple.  They watched as 
Grandma Mulder scooped up Carina with a strength that 
belied her age and sat back down in the wooden rocker 
with the child in her lap.  They walked at a sedate 
pace, watching as Carina kissed her adopted 
grandmother.

Dana Scully looked up and waved at them as they 
reached the steps.  Corina jumped off her lap and 
exclaimed, "Grandma promised to tell me the story of 
creation again!"

Lothian chuckled, "Is that so?  I'm not sure we have 
time for that today."

The little girl frowned.  "She promised!"

Dana laughed and addressed the little girl.  "You're 
leaving out the part about eating all your dinner 
first," she scolded gently.

The little girl blushed and tossed her long, blonde 
curls over her shoulder pushed her nose in the air.  
"If I must," she said with dramatic flair. 

They all laughed as she giggled and then squealed in 
delight as her grandfather appeared and picked her 
up, swinging her around in a circle.  "Weeeeeee," she 
cried.

Mulder set the girl down and sank into his own 
rocker.  He rubbed his forehead.  "I'm getting too 
old for this shit," he muttered.

Scully suppressed a smile and said, "Watch your 
language, Mulder."

"Ooops," he said sheepishly and looked up at Lindlay 
and Lothian.  "Sorry."

"No problem," Lothian answered.  He pointed, and the 
little girl was already half way across the lawn, 
greeting her cousins.  They headed toward the barn to 
play.

Lyndlay said, "Can I help you get dinner on the 
table?"

Dana stood.  "No, but you can help me set the table."

"You're on," Lyndlay replied.

They all entered the ranch house and made their way 
to the gigantic kitchen.  Dana passed out plates and 
silverware and they set the table.  When they were 
finished, Lyndlay said, "Can you give her the short 
version?" she asked ruefully.

Dana laughed, not having to ask what she was talking 
about.  "I'll try, but it's just not a short story."

"Don't I know it," Lyndlay said, with a wink.  "I 
would, however, like to be back home by midnight."

"Well," Mulder interrupted.  "Since your house is 
only fifteen minutes away, that gives us," he trailed 
off, looking at his watch.  "Five and half hours," he 
declared.

Lyndlay moaned.  Lothian laughed, and Dana said, "You 
could let her spend the night."

"No.  I don't want her to get into that habit.  We 
call on you enough as it is."

"It's not a problem."

"I know.  Thanks for the offer."

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After dinner, they all convened in the gigantic 
living room.  There were ten children there from 
Lothian and Lyndlay's pack, sitting in a semi-circle 
on the floor.

They watched as Grandma Mulder put her coffee cup 
down on the table.  They all went silent, waiting for 
her 'after dinner story' to commence.  This was 
always their favorite time of visiting the main 
ranch.  Nobody told stories like Grandma Mulder.

"Ready?" she asked.

"YES! YES! NOW!" chorused through the small gaggle of 
children.

She smiled.  "Well, it all began a long, long time 
ago, in a cave, far, far away."

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OLD TOWN SECTION
ALEXANDRIA, VA
OCTOBER, 2003

I looked at Byers and frowned.  "I don't know if this 
is a good idea," I said finally.

Scully replied, "Are you sure about her?"

Byers nodded and said, "As sure as I am about 
anybody.  Look, Mulder, we don't have a lot of 
options here.  Suzanne can help.  She has connections 
of her own and access to the facilities we will need 
to do further testing without someone looking over 
our shoulder.  Isn't that the problem with using your 
resources?"

Scully nodded.  "He's right, Mulder.  I can't use the 
facilities at the Hoover Building or at Quantico.  
It's simply too risky, but I have to have a place to 
work.  Frankly, I wouldn't mind the help either."

I sighed.  "All right, but if something goes wrong, 
Byers, it's going to be your responsibility to clean 
it up.  Understand?"

He nodded.  "We can trust her, Mulder.  I promise."

"That's it, then," I said.  "Give me her phone 
number."

Byers hesitated.  "Why don't I contact her?"

I squinted at him trying to determine if there was 
something shady going on here.  Scully tugged on my 
sleeve and I looked down at her.  She said, "Let him 
set up a meeting, Mulder."

I nodded and turned back to Byers.  "Call us when you 
have it set up."  We turned and left the Gunmen's 
hideout.  As we walked to the car, I said, "I don't 
like it.  Why doesn't he want us to contact her?"  I 
knew that Scully could hear the suspicion in my 
voice, but she just smiled.

Scully slid into the passenger seat, chuckling.  "Oh, 
Mulder," she whispered indulgently.

"What?  Now you're laughing at me?  What's so funny?" 
I asked as I slid behind the wheel and slammed the 
door.

She turned to me with a quirky grin and said, 
"Mulder, Byers has the hots for Suzanne.  That's why 
he wants to be the one to contact her.  He wants to 
be involved so he can see her again, you big dope."

I felt my mouth drop open.  Knowing stupefied was not 
a particularly attractive look for me, I snapped my 
jaw shut.  "Are you sure?" I asked.

She laughed now.  "Yes, I'm sure.  Nothing nefarious, 
Mulder."

"Byers has the hots for Suzanne Modesky?" I asked 
again.

She snorted, amused as hell by my ignorance and 
disbelief.  "Why is that so strange?" she asked 
finally.

I looked at her and said, "Byers?  I think it might 
be an X-File."

She busted out laughing again at that.  I started the 
car and pulled out onto the street.  We had a long 
day ahead of us.  I wasn't going to dwell on Byers' 
love life.  As long as it didn't interfere with what 
we needed to do, I didn't really care.

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HOOVER BUILDING
THIRD FLOOR
A.D. SKINNER'S OFFICE
LATER THAT DAY

Skinner set down the official file and reports on the 
Louisiana Bayou killings and smiled at us.  "The 
accolades are pouring in, Agents.  I've gotten three 
calls just today.  The Director, himself, got two.  
Everyone down there was extremely impressed with the 
job you did."

"There's something else, isn't there?" I asked.

He smiled again.  "Yes, Agent Mulder, there is 
something else.  I've spoken with both D.D. Cassidy 
and Director Mullen.  The discovery of the existence 
of werewolves has turned out to be a boon for the X-
Files.  They both want to see the X-Files continue 
and have said they will support it in any way they 
can, within reason of course.  They are singing a 
much different tune than they have been for the last 
seven years."

"That's good news, Sir," Scully replied.

"Yes, it is, Agent Scully."  He held up a piece of 
paper that was sitting next to the file on his 
blotter.  "I have here in my hand an official order 
for the continuation of the X-Files for a minimum of 
five more years."

"Really?" I asked.

He nodded.  "It gets better."

"How could it get better?" I asked.

He sat back in his chair and turned the paper around 
so he could read from it.  "Effective as of January 
1, 2004, the X-Files will be allotted a budget of 
$500,000 annually to be dispersed through A.D. 
Skinner as immediate supervisor of the division.  
This budgetary allowance does not include the 
salaries of the agents working in the division.  
Provisions are made to increase the head count of the 
department by four within the next five years.  Until 
further notice, Agent Fox Mulder will be the Special 
Agent in Charge of the Division, and Special Agent 
Dana Scully will be the Assistant Special Agent in 
Charge of the division, and act as SPIC in Agent 
Mulder's absence."

He finished with a flourish and slapped the document 
down on his desk.  He broke into one of the biggest 
smiles I'd ever seen him display.  Scully was gaping 
at him.  "Am I to infer from that order that we will 
be assigned more agents?"

"That's exactly what you are to infer.  I was told 
you could pick two agents as of January 1st of this 
year and two more over the following four years as 
you see fit.  However, you can wait if you wish and 
evaluate your caseload first."

Scully looked at me and said, "I wouldn't mind the 
help, Mulder."

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked.

She nodded.  "Where did they send them?  Violent 
Crimes?"

Skinner cut in.  "Who are you talking about?"

I turned to face him again.  "Agents Doggett and 
Reyes.  They were a new team that helped us out on a 
case last summer.  Agent Monica Reyes, in particular, 
was very open minded and had a background in 
investigating occult crimes."

Skinner asked, "And Doggett?"

Scully answered, "Don't know much about him but he 
was an old, died-in-the-wool gumshoe cop-type.  He 
was, in fact, an ex-NYPD cop, clearly more skeptical 
than his partner, but a solid investigator."

I nodded.  "We seemed to work well together last 
summer.  I wouldn't mind working with them again if 
they were interested."

Skinner was silent a few minutes and said, "I'll look 
into it."  With that, he stood up and extended his 
hand over the desk.  Scully and I both shook his hand 
and he said, "Congratulations, Agents."

"Thank you, Sir," we said in unison.  

Scully said, "I happened to have gotten a sample of 
the werewolves blood.  I'd very much be interested in 
studying it at the Quantico labs.  They obviously 
have much more sophisticated equipment then we have 
here."

Skinner nodded.  "I'll make a call.  You'll have full 
access to the facilities down there."

Scully beamed.  I put my hand on the small of her 
back and led her out of the office.  'Things were 
certainly looking up,' I thought.


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PART 2 (PG-13)
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WALSHEFORD HOME
LOUISIANA BAYOU
OCTOBER 2003

Everyone gathered in the antebellum ballroom of the 
mansion.  A large table had been placed along one 
wall.  Behind it sat eighteen members of the Council 
of Clan Elders, which included me.  There used to be 
twenty.  Now, however, Jakes Vynter was dead, and his 
partner was not included in these deliberations as 
she was the subject of our discussions.

When everyone was either seated or standing quietly, 
I motioned to a young man near the doors.  He opened 
them and Ridley Tayte and Jeremy Rousseau entered the 
room.  They looked regal and unafraid.  They walked 
hand in hand to the front of the room and sat in the 
two chairs provided for them.

I nodded acknowledgement to them and stood up.  "As 
most of you know, I am Ambrose Weller.  As the oldest 
member of the Council of Elders, excepting Ridley 
Tayte, I have been voted as spokesperson for the 
Council."

Silence greeted this pronouncement.  I looked then to 
Ridley and Jeremy.  "Ridley Tayte," I began.  "We 
have deliberated for three days and discussed the 
events of the war on the lycanthropes and the deeds 
that led to that war.  We have discussed the events 
since the battle at the Bower mansion and discussed 
your possible culpability in those events.  We have 
thoroughly reviewed the evidence that you revealed to 
us regarding the activities of Jakes Vynter, our late 
leader.  Based on all these things, we have made some 
determinations."  I paused.  "Can we have your blood 
vow that you will abide by the decisions of the 
Council of Clan Elders?"

She nodded and I held out my hand to her.  She stood 
and approached me at the end of the table.  At my 
nod, she sliced her wrist with her fang as I did the 
same.  We put them together and each held the others 
wrists to our own, her right to my left.  She said 
clearly, "I will abide by the decisions of the 
Council of Clan Elders, whatever they may be, for the 
good of the Clan."

We dropped our hands and I felt a small jolt from the 
minute amount of her strong blood that flowed into my 
veins.  I was still and waited for the dizziness to 
pass.  Then I turned to them again as she retook her 
seat.  I cleared my throat.  "Jeremy Rousseau," I 
called to him.  "We have deliberated for three days 
and discussed the events that have transpired since 
the Call to war.  We have reviewed the evidence to 
determine your culpability in any treason that may 
have occurred by taking Ridley Tayte in a blood bond.  
Based on these things, we have made some 
determinations."  I paused again.  "Can we have your 
blood vow that you will abide by the decisions of the 
Council of Elders?"

This time Parys stood and we switched places.  Jeremy 
approached the table.  At Parys' nod, he sliced his 
wrist and said, "I will abide by the decisions of the 
Council of Clan Elders, whatever they may be, for the 
good of the Clan."

The ritual was repeated and I saw Parys sway 
slightly.  I put my hands on her hips to balance her, 
knowing she was experiencing the same dizziness I had 
from Ridley's blood.  We all knew the two of them had 
drained Jakes, the most powerful vampire known to us.  
Their willingness to share that blood, even a little, 
was a testament to their integrity.

When Jeremy dropped his wrists and returned to his 
seat, I took my place at the end of the table again.  
I smiled at them.  "Please stand."

They did.

"Ridley Tayte and Jeremy Rousseau," I began.  "Your 
willingness to give a blood vow that you will abide 
by the decisions of this Council was your final 
test."

They glanced at each other, waiting, and then turned 
their attention back to me.

"It is with pleasure that I announce our findings.  
Ridley Tayte, you were found to have no culpability 
in the Lycanthrope wars, the death of Jakes Vynter, 
and have not committed treason."

Her smile lit up her face and I saw her relief even 
though she remained standing tall.  I focused on 
Jeremy.

"Jeremy Rousseau, you were found to have no 
culpability in the Lycanthrope wars, the death of 
Jakes Vynter, and have not committed treason."

He grinned as well, and joined his hand with Ridley's 
again.  They knew I wasn't finished.

I looked over the whole crowd for several moments to 
let them know I was speaking to them as well.  
"Finally, we took an anonymous vote to see if we 
wanted Ridley Tayte to assume the mantel of Leader of 
the Louisiana Clan in Jakes Vynter's stead.  We also 
voted as to whether Jeremy Rousseau, as your Partner 
should assume the role as leader beside you and act 
as leader in your absence."

I paused dramatically.  "The votes came in, 16 to 2, 
in both votes."  I hesitated again, and then smiled.  
"In your favor, Ridley.  The Council voted and 
pronounced you the undisputed leader of the Louisiana 
Clan.  The Council voted and pronounced you, Jeremy, 
the undisputed Second in Command of the Louisiana 
Clan.  Long live the Clan," I finished.

The room erupted in applause.  I watched, smiling, as 
they stood.  Jeremy wrapped Ridley in his strong arms 
and squeezed her tight.  I was surprised and touched 
to see a tear leak down her cheek.  Jeremy pulled 
back and kissed her forehead.  The crowd was quieting 
and they all heard him say, "I love you, Ridley."

She gave him a watery smile.  "Are you sure you want 
this, Jeremy?  To lead?  Because if you don't, I'll 
walk away," she said clearly.  "I love you that 
much."

There were a few gasps and then a hush fell over the 
crowd.  Everyone stared at them, waiting for his 
answer.  No one was ignorant of the fact that Jeremy 
Rousseau had always been a loner.  He rarely visited 
the mansion, let alone took an interest in politics.  
It was also known, however, that he was a man of 
solid integrity and high intelligence.  Until now, 
his honor had never been called into question.  He 
was now cleared by the Council and could still boast 
a clean record.

He swallowed hard and took a deep breath.  His palms 
came up to cup her cheeks and he leaned in close, his 
eyes gazing into hers.  Softly he quoted the bible, 
"'Whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou 
lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people; 
and thy God my God.  Where thou diest, will I die.'"

Then he kissed her and she cried.  Everyone clapped.  
We all retired to the dining room to talk and 
celebrate.  Several of our cattle were slaughtered 
and we all fed.  As everyone left the hall, I was the 
only one that noticed Melryk and Malison frowning.  
Once seated and eating in the dining room, I scanned 
the crowd and did not find their faces.  Parys tapped 
me on the shoulder and asked, "What's wrong, 
Ambrose?"

I met her gaze.  "I know who the cast the dissenting 
votes."

Her eyes widened and she asked, "Who?"

Under my breath, taking care to make sure no one 
overheard me, I said, "Melryk and Malison.  They were 
not happy and they are not here."

She scanned the crowd as I had done and came to the 
same conclusion.  "Should we warn Ridley and Jeremy?"

"Not yet.  I don't necessarily think they are 
dangerous.  Nonetheless, let's keep an eye on them."

"They are upset about the disappearance of their 
children," she said softly.

"I know.  Although we both know how willful the twins 
have always been, I think they blame Ridley for the 
twins' transgressions."

"Do you think Ridley knows where they are?" she 
asked.

I looked into her eyes again.  "Yes, I think she 
does."

XXXXXXXXXX

IMMORTALITY RANCH
BOZEMAN, MT
NOVEMBER 2003

Somehow, friends of Agents Mulder and Scully had 
arranged for the purchase and closing on the ranch 
property without us.  A faxed document with our Power 
of Attorney given to one, John F. Byers had been all 
that was needed.

I had found my den mates in the hunting cabin in the 
Bayou as I had suspected.  Once reunited, we spent 
the next three days gathering all our belongings and 
making travel arrangements to get us from Louisiana 
to Montana.  They were hesitant at first to accept a 
vampire and a human into our midst, but I finally 
convinced them.

We had picked up the keys at Bozeman Town Hall, a 
good fifteen miles away.  Now our convoy of three 
minivans and one tractor-trailer rig pulled up the 
final stretch to what would be our new home.

An enormous, old ranch house dominated the scene.  We 
all got out of our vehicles and slowly approached, 
looking around with undisguised curiosity.  My best 
friend, Adolphus, stepped forward and stopped beside 
me as I stared up at the enormous three-story 
structure with the wrap around porch.  He said, "Sure 
beats hiding in a sewer, huh?"

I chuckled softly.  "For better or worse, Adolph, 
this is our new home."

He swallowed and said, "Thank you, Lothian."

"For what?" I asked.

"Finding us, bringing us here, giving us another 
chance at life.  We owe our lives to you and we know 
it.  Without you, it was a matter of time before they 
hunted us down."

I smiled.  "I don't think they were terribly eager to 
go hunting for you," I replied.  "They'd had quite 
enough excitement for a while."

He chuckled.  "Maybe, but we could no longer hide 
there."

"Well, now you don't have to, but the fight may not 
be over," I warned softly.

"I know.  At least here, we stand a chance.  Let's 
check this baby out."

I went up on the porch and put my key in the door.  
It opened and the door swung open on well-oiled 
hinges.  We all entered, peering around curiously.  
Everyone began wandering through the rooms.  In no 
time, we were ascending the stairs and choosing 
bedrooms.  A half hour later, we all gathered in they 
gigantic foyer of the house.  Two sweeping staircases 
framed the open space and led to a balcony that 
overlooked the foyer and front door.  Extending 
sideways from it were hallways in both directions.

"We packed our essentials in the vans.  Let's get 
them out, make up some beds.  We'll worry about 
unpacking the tractor-trailer tomorrow.  If you guys 
are as tired as I am, that's about all I'm gonna be 
good for tonight."

They all mumbled agreement and filed out the door.  
An hour later, we were gathering in the living room.  
We sat on the floor, as there was no furniture yet.  
It was on the truck.  Zoe clung to Bareslay, 
obviously frightened by the knowledge that she was 
the only human on this trip.  

Bareslay held her close with his arm over her 
shoulder.  He leaned down and whispered to her, 
"Don't worry, we're all well-fed."

He startled a laugh out of her and she buried her 
head in his shoulder.  I smirked at him and he 
smiled.  "Just a couple of announcements before we 
all turn in.  Tomorrow we unload and furnish the 
house.  Someone will have to go into town and buy a 
load of groceries.  I've made a list for whoever 
chooses to go.  Day after tomorrow, we all walk the 
perimeter.  There's 500 acres here, and we're marking 
the property lines, using the maps I've been given.  
Later we will fence in the entire ranch, and alarm 
the fences.  That's for our own protection.

"The day after we finish that, the cattle we've 
purchased will arrive and I'll need help getting them 
into holding pens.  They'll stay in the pens until we 
can fence in the ranch.  Lyndlay and Bareslay will 
use them to feed on.  We will slaughter one steer or 
cow a month in case we need it when the hunger comes.  
Our friends are working on the potion now.  

"Unfortunately, we don't know how long it will be, or 
even if they will be successful in duplicating it.  
In the meantime, we have a lot of work to do around 
here.  We'll meet every night at 7:00 PM for dinner 
in the dining room and discuss our day and make plans 
for the next one.  So let's get some sleep.  We'll 
talk later."

We all rose and made our way to our chosen bedrooms.  
I was exhausted and I could see that Lyndlay, while 
not tiring as easily as I did, was also running on 
reserves.  Vampires did have their limits.  I 
stripped her and tucked her in.  I used the bathroom 
and stripped, and then slid quietly into the bed 
behind her, and spooned up against her.

She hummed in contentment and I held her close, one 
hand on her tummy.  She wasn't showing yet, but I 
knew it was in there.  I could smell it.  Our child.  
What would it be?  It was ironic that I could be so 
happy and so scared at all the same time.  This was 
the beginning of a new life for us.  I just hoped we 
never got discovered.  I didn't think we would 
survive another massacre like the one in Baton Rouge.  
Bareslay had nearly wiped us out single-handedly.  I 
didn't blame him though.  Turlus Westow brought that 
fate upon us all.  If Bareslay hadn't gotten to the 
Pack, the others would have eventually.  We'd been 
grossly outnumbered by nearly two to one.  The eight 
of us that had survived were lucky to have gotten 
away with our lives.

I sighed and tried to relax.  I needed to sleep.  
Tomorrow was a busy day and the first day of the rest 
of our lives.

XXXXXXXXXX

DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
NOVEMBER 2003

"The lab is all set up," I told Mulder.

"When do you start?" he asked.

"Tomorrow.  We've agreed to meet every week night 
after work from six to eight."

"I'll have to bring you two dinner every night," he 
replied.

I smiled.  "That would be nice.  You cooking?" I 
teased.

He threw a hand over his chest as if wounded.  "Moi?  
You have your choice of cuisine, my lady.  There is 
Kentucky Fried Chicken, Taco Bell, McDonald's, Burger 
King, Wendy's, or if you really want to live large, 
Subway."

I laughed.  "I'll have to check with Suzanne tomorrow 
and call you with an order."

We stripped and climbed into bed.  He snuggled up 
behind me and murmured, "I love you, Scully."

I sighed deeply.  I still couldn't get used to him 
saying that to me so easily.  It was like a dream 
come true.  I'd never imagined all this could be 
mine.  I'd worried that a romantic relationship would 
smother me.  Mulder was obsessive about everything 
that he did, after all.  The odd paradox was that now 
that we were involved, he was actually less 
possessive and smothering than he had been in our 
entire relationship.  

I pondered that tidbit for a long time and figured 
out that it must be because he no longer lived with 
the fear that I would find someone else and leave 
him.  That fear had kept him glued to my side for 
years, calling me in the middle of the night, falling 
into depressions each time I dared to have a date, 
not that there had been that many.  It had kept him 
hovering and territorial whenever we were anywhere 
that men might approach me in a casual setting.  It 
had annoyed the hell out of me.

Now that we were intimate, it was like he was a 
totally different man.  Unlike my predictions, he 
wasn't nearly as possessive or overbearing.  I 
realized that this was because he trusted me.  I had 
told him I was his and his alone, and he believed me.  
It warmed me in a way that nothing else could.

He confessed to minor bouts with jealousy on several 
occasions when someone was particularly attentive 
towards me.  He'd also said though, that he had been 
more annoyed than jealous.  He was annoyed that the 
guy wouldn't take a hint and back off.  Mulder had no 
had fear that I might take someone up on his offer.

I snuggled further into his chest and sighed with 
contentment.  "I love you too, Mulder."

He was silent a while and his breathing slowed.  I 
thought he was asleep when he mumbled softly, "Do you 
think we'll ever do it, Scully?  For real?"

I scrunched my brow.  "Do what, Mulder?"

He kissed the back of my neck lightly.  "Make a 
baby," he clarified.

I shivered.  I hope so, Mulder."

"You know, I was thinking," he began.

"Uh oh," I joked.

I could feel his lips smile against the back of my 
neck and he flexed his body bringing as much of 
himself into contact with me as he could.  Fox Mulder 
was a snuggler, another little tidbit I'd learned 
quickly.  It didn't bother me a bit.  "If it doesn't 
work out, we could always adopt, you know?"

"What?" I said, startled.  I pushed back against him 
and he moved onto his back.  I rolled over onto my 
side and propped my head on my hand, my elbow resting 
on the mattress.  "What brought this on?"

He smiled gently.  "Just thinking."

"Hard for a single person to adopt," I said without 
thinking.

He stared at me and I found myself suddenly snared by 
his eyes.  "Then we'd just have to make sure you 
weren't single, now, wouldn't we?"

"Mulder?"

He gulped once and asked, "If I asked you, would you 
say yes?"

"Mulder, why now?" I answered his question with a 
question.

"Just answer the question, Scully.  If I asked you to 
marry me, would you say yes?"

"Are you proposing?" I asked, still stalling.

He looked away from me.  "Not yet, but its been on my 
mind.  I need to know if it's something you would 
even consider doing first, though.  I'm very happy 
with what we have.  Don't get me wrong."  He paused.  
"I'd be lying, however, if I said I have everything 
I've always wanted."

"Is there something you need that I'm not giving 
you?" I asked.

"No.  That's not it.  I'm just saying that there are 
things that would make me even happier than I am 
now."

"One of those things is marriage?" I queried.

He looked at me again.  "Yes, one of those things is 
marriage, Scully," he answered.

I opened my mouth and closed it again, not sure how 
to answer him.  I loved him, there was no doubt about 
that.  I was passionately in love with him.  I 
couldn't imagine myself spending my life with anyone 
but him.  So what was the problem?  Perhaps it was 
only that it surprised me.  I never thought of Mulder 
wanting marriage and children.  I knew, since we'd 
gotten together a short while ago, that he was 
willing to help me try and get pregnant.  For some 
strange reason I'd never thought about marriage, even 
though it made sense.  Being Catholic, that was 
really strange for me.  Then again, I'd never claimed 
to be a good Catholic.

Finally, I said, "I don't know if I can answer that 
right now."

His face fell and I could see that he was hurt.  He 
looked away from me to try and hide it.

I curled up closer to him and put my hand on his 
cheek, drawing his head around to look at me again.  
"I'm not saying no, Mulder.  I guess I'm just 
surprised.  I haven't given it any thought at all, 
one way or the other.  I'm so used to taking things 
as they come now.  Let me think about it."

He nodded, still not speaking.  I could tell he 
wasn't happy with my response though.

I kissed him gently and pulled back.  "I can tell you 
this."  He focused on me again.  "I don't want to be 
with anyone else, Mulder.  I love you and I can't see 
myself spending my life with anyone but you.  I want 
to be together when we're old and gray," I finished.

He smiled then and pulled me into his embrace.  "I 
love you more than I thought it was possible to love 
anyone, Scully.  I want to be able to say you're my 
wife, but I understand if you need time.  Just know 
that it's something I'm willing to do, anytime you 
might want it."

"Thank you, Mulder.  Just let me absorb the idea and 
I'll get back to you."



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CHAPTER 3 (PG-13)
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SECRET LAB
BASEMENT OF GUNMEN'S LAIR
OLD TOWN SECTION
ARLINGTON, VA
JANUARY 2004

"What are the conventional drugs used in fertility 
treatments?" Suzanne asked.

"It depends on your condition," I answered.  If you 
have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome, they often 
proscribe Clomiphene.  If that doesn't work, 
sometimes they will give you Metformin, an insulin-
sensitizing drug that can help you respond to 
Clomiphene."

"What about for men?" she queried.

"Well, some men have a hormone deficiency in the 
pituitary gland or the hypthalmus that prevents the 
testicles from receiving the signal to make sperm.  
In that case, the same drug, Clomiphene is used in 
combination with HCG.

"What's that?"

"Human Menopausal Gonadotropin.  The Clomiphene 
prompts the pitutitary gland to make Luteinizina 
hormone, a follicle-stimulating hormone, which tells 
the testicles to produce more testosterone and 
possibly more sperm.  That comes in a pill.  However, 
HCG has to be injected two to three times a week.  
This prompts the testes to produce testosterone and 
sperm directly."

She looked at the ceiling, thinking about this 
information.

"What are you thinking?" I asked.

"Well, I'm wondering what effect those drugs would 
have on this virus."

"We can't inject humans with this virus, that's the 
problem."

"Not the full virus.  But if we isolate the nucleus, 
which I think is the core of the cluster cells, and 
the original virus, I think we might be able to.  
We'd need to test it on human cells by itself first 
and see if it adhered to any part of our blood cells.  
Think about it.  You have branched DNA, Mulder has 
antibodies to the black oil virus.  I'll bring some 
tomorrow.  Then we can compare the organic 
composition and see if they look at all alike.  We've 
been able to isolate the nucleus of the black oil 
virus.  It looks similar under the microscope, but I 
can't be sure without a sample to compare it to.  
I'll be very interested in looking at them side by 
side."

"You really think this virus is the same as the black 
oil virus?"

"No, I think it's a mutation of the black oil virus.  
The black oil virus isn't turning infected people 
into werewolves or vampires, although it does turn 
them into monsters," she added in an ironic tone.

"Well, I think that's all we can do for tonight," I 
admitted.

"I'll bring two samples tomorrow, the black oil and 
the isolated nucleus."

I stood and made my way to the door.  "I'll see you 
tomorrow night."

She nodded and smiled.

I paused.  "Suzanne, I can't thank you enough for all 
the help you're giving us."

She smiled.  "I'm glad to do it.  I actually feel 
useful again.  Besides, I won't pass up the chance to 
spend some time with John."

I grinned.  "Is it going well?"

She returned my grin and winked.  "Super."

I laughed and went out the door, closing it softly 
behind me.  Mulder was waiting in the car patiently, 
reading a book.  He insisted on standing guard and 
staking out the place from outside while we worked.

XXXXXXXXXX

WALSHEFORD MANSION
LOUISIANA BAYOU
FEBRUARY 2004 

The attack came unexpectedly.

Most residents of the mansion were at a party at the 
Spanish Moon.  Two younger vampires, Alicia and Kahn 
had chosen one another as partners.  I looked at 
Ridley as she finished lacing up her signature 
leather vest.  She smiled at me, "What are you 
looking at, Jeremy?"

"The most beautiful woman in the world," I replied 
glibly.

She shook her head in amusement.  "You sweet talker 
you." 

I merely grinned.  "Do we need anything?"

"Just the gifts.  I left them in the parlor.  They 
are all wrapped.  Why don't you go get them and I'll 
meet you outside the front door.  We're late 
already."

I nodded, smiling over the reason we were late.  We'd 
been too involved in making love to stop for the 
beginning of a party.  I whistled contentedly as I 
strolled down the hall and skipped down the long 
sweeping staircase into the foyer.  I turned to the 
right to enter the parlor, seeing the gifts sitting 
on an end table.  One step later, Melryk flew at me 
from inside the room in a blur.

I had only one second to see the murderous intent in 
his eyes before he body-slammed into me, knocking me 
backwards.  I wouldn't have normally fallen, but he'd 
caught me off guard.

No sooner did I hit the ground, than he pinned my 
arms to the floor, grasping my wrists so tightly that 
his nails broke the skin.  I tensed but waited as he 
stared at me.  With my new strength gained from 
Ridley and Jakes, I had no doubt I could best him and 
no fear of his wrath.  I didn't know, however, if he 
had any idea how strong I was now and I wasn't going 
to let him know if I didn't have to.

Malison appeared above me, holding a vial of blood.  
My eyes widened, wondering whose blood it was.  She 
frowned fiercely and said, "Where are they?"

I glanced at Melryk who was straddling my hips.  
"Who?" I asked.

"MY CHILDREN!" she screamed.

I winced as her shriek hurt my ears slightly.  "I 
don't know exactly," I admitted.

"Bullshit!" Melryk responded.

"You and your bitch helped them get away.  You 
encouraged them to take up with others.  They belong 
with their own kind!" Malison spit at me.

"I encouraged them to do nothing," I said.  "Now get 
off of me, Melryk, before I take you off of me."

He laughed.  "You think you're so tough, don't you?  
I have a surprise for you, Jeremy.  Malison and I are 
much stronger than we've ever let on."

I felt a small dart of fear, but then realized that 
they still couldn't be stronger than I was.  "They 
left of their own accord," I said.

"You should have brought them to us!" Malison 
shrieked.  She was behaving as if she were out of her 
mind.

"What's that?" I asked, pointing my chin toward the 
vial in her hand.

"Lycan blood," she said.

Now I got scared.  One of the few things that could 
kill me.  Just then, I heard Ridley above me on the 
balcony.  

"Jeremy, what's the hold up?" 

"Ridley, look out!" I shouted.

Melryk struck at my neck.  I yanked my head to the 
side, and his fangs bounced off my now hardened skin.  
He growled and I shoved at him.  I easily threw him 
off me, and leaped to my feet as he staggered.  I 
whipped around and yelled, "Ridley, No!"

Too late.  She sailed off the balcony head first, her 
leather car coat flying out behind her and crashed 
into Malison chest to chest.  The vampires hissed and 
growled as she fell backward.  She jammed the vial 
toward Ridley's face.

"Lycan blood!" I shouted.  My fear for the baby 
foremost in my mind.

Ridley whipped her head down and to the side just in 
time.  The vial flew through the air and smashed on 
the marble floor, becoming a nasty red stain that 
spread slowly.

I had no time to help her as Melryk was on me again.  
We tussled.  I didn't want to hurt him.  "Melryk!  
Let's talk about this!"

"No more talking.  Where are my kids!" he shouted.  
He swung at me and I easily blocked his blows as he 
rained them down on me.  We circled each other like 
boxers in the ring. 

Ridley shouted, "Take him down, Jeremy!"

"You FUCKING BITCH!" Malison screamed, her arms 
swinging at Ridley, her finger nails extended.  
Ridley easily dodged her and caught her hands, 
maneuvering them behind her back.  She held her 
wrists with one hand and took a fistful of hair in 
the other, yanking the woman's head backward.  

She pushed her forcefully forward.  I heard Malison 
grunt as her body was slammed face first into the 
wall beside the door.

Melryk finally rushed me and I dodged to the side, 
catching his wrist as he went by and subdued him the 
same way Ridley had.  I marched him up next to 
Malison and slammed him into the wall, relishing his 
groan.

Ridley hissed with rage in Malison's ear and I saw a 
flash of fear on her face for the first time.  Ridley 
was incensed.  I could tell by the glassy look in her 
eyes and the high color in her cheeks.

"How DAARREE YOU ATTACK JEREMY!" she hissed with 
rage.  "I could kill you where you stand, Malison.  
I'll put up with a lot of nonsense, but don't EVER 
ATTACK me or mine!"

"You hypocrite!  You stole my children and poisoned 
their minds against us!" Malison screeched.  

I saw the rage drain out of Ridley.  She was pregnant 
now.  Perhaps for the first time, she really grasped 
just how important a child could be to someone.  
Intellectually, we all knew it, but to experience 
first hand had brought all sorts of feelings I'd 
never known.  I imagined it had to be ten times more 
intense for Ridley.

Ridley said, "If I let you go, do I have your word of 
honor that you will not attack; you will listen to 
what I have to say?"

There was a hesitation and Melryk said, "We'll 
listen."

"I didn't ask you," Ridley said sharply.

He winced but said nothing further.  Malison took a 
deep breath, her cheek pressed to the wall.  Finally, 
she said, "Yes, I will listen."

"And not attack," Ridley reiterated.

"And not attack," Malison said.

She slowly released her grip on Malison and then spun 
her around to face her, taking a large step 
backwards.

To most observers, she would have looked to be 
standing casually.  Only I could detect the subtle 
stance of readiness.  Her feet were on the ground, 
but all the weight was on the balls of her feet.  Her 
arms hung at her sides, but they canted slightly 
outwards and in front of her.  I knew if she wanted 
to, she could move so fast, that I would only see a 
blur, let alone a human or a vampire less powerful.  
'She was magnificent,' I thought.

Her gaze locked with Malison's.  "I can only imagine 
how upset you are," she began.

Malison grimaced.  "Upset doesn't even begin to cover 
it," she hissed.

Ridley nodded subtlety.  "I gave my word, Malison.  I 
don't break my word, especially to young ones.  It 
can shatter their sense of security if an Elder 
betrays them.  It can lead them to self-destruction 
in their anger.  Do you understand?"

Malison swallowed heavily but said nothing.  "Where 
are they?" she asked again, obviously trying to reign 
in her temper.

I still held Melryk against the wall, although I'd 
loosened my grip so I was no longer causing him pain.  
I was still on high alert though.  Ridley was my 
leader too, and until she told me to release him, he 
wasn't going anywhere.

"I can't tell you that, Malison."

Malison opened her mouth and hissed.  As she began to 
say something, Ridley held up her hand to silence 
her.  She closed her mouth but her eyes shot daggers 
of hate at Ridley.

Ridley replied, "What I can do is contact them myself 
and encourage them to talk with you and explain what 
happened."

"Why should I believe you would do that?" she asked.

Ridley's gaze never wavered, pinning Malison on the 
spot.  She said, "Because I'm giving you my word.  
Whether you hate me or not, you know I don't break my 
word."

"You broke your own vows!" she hissed.

Ridley's face darkened.  "No, Malison, I didn't.  
Jakes and I were never bonded.  Jakes had a lover on 
the side and Jakes was a bloody traitor to this Clan.  
Don't twist what happened.  Whether you like it or 
not, your beloved leader was a traitor."

She lowered her head slightly, but still maintained 
eye contact.  Ridley continued, "Now, I will contact 
both your children and encourage them strongly to 
contact you, whether that's by phone, mail or to come 
here to meet you."

Tears began scudding down Malison's cheeks.  "Why did 
they leave?" she whimpered, and then covered her face 
with her hands.

Ridley's face softened.  "They knew you wouldn't 
understand or approve of their choices.  They knew 
you were powerful enough to kill their chosen mates 
if you so desired.  They wouldn't take the chance."

"We love them!  Why couldn't they trust us?" she 
wailed.

Ridley said softly, "Would you have let Bareslay play 
out his relationship with the human?"

She said nothing.  

"Would you have let Lyndlay play out her relationship 
with Lothian?"

"Lothian?" she asked.

"That's her chosen mate's name, Lothian."

"The Lycanthrope that supposedly saved your life?" 
she asked, a bit of sarcasm creeping back into her 
voice.

"Yes," Ridley said calmly.  "You wouldn't have let 
them carry on their relationships.  Yes, they are 
young and impetuous.  Yes, they took ridiculous 
risks, but they are in love, Malison."

"They don't even know what love is!" she hissed.

Ridley shook her head sadly.  "Yes, Malison, they do.  
Youth does not make you exempt from knowledge.  It 
certainly doesn't make you immune to love.  Are these 
the smartest choices they could have made?  No, 
certainly not."  She paused, and looked at me.  Our 
eyes held for a few seconds and then she returned 
them to Malison.  "I was ready to give up leadership 
of, not just this family, but the entire Clan for the 
love of my life.  Unfortunately, wisdom, 
intelligence, and logic have nothing to do with 
love."

Malison deflated.  "Do you promise me that they are 
all right?" she asked finally.

Ridley smiled a closed-mouthed smile of sympathy at 
her.  "I promise that they are alive and well.  
Better yet, I can tell you this.  They are in a safe 
place."

"What could be so ... compelling that would make them 
flee?" she asked, sounding truly confused.

Ridley nodded at me and I loosened my grip on Melryk.  
He turned around slowly, clearly on guard, unsure of 
what we would do.  I knew she couldn't come out and 
tell them, but if they guessed, that was another 
matter.

"Do you remember the story I told about our conflict 
with Jakes?"

"Yes," Melryk stated.

"Do you remember what I said about the incident that 
provoked Lothian to attack Jakes?"

They both looked puzzled and then closed their eyes, 
flipping back in their memories as we can do if we 
are so inclined.  I knew the moment it dawned on 
Melryk.  His face darkened and then looked stunned.  
His eyes opened.  A mere two seconds later, Malison's 
eyes opened with a look of horror on her face.

Softly she said, "You said, 'He threatened the life 
of that wolf's pregnant mate, thereby threatening the 
wolf's child.  Not a smart thing to do.'"

Ridley nodded sagely.  

Melryk looked like he was going to be sick.  "Oh my 
God.  Are you telling us our baby was pregnant with 
that stinking wolf's child?"

Ridley nodded again.

"He raped her?" Malison asked, quiet horror in her 
voice.

There was no nod from Ridley this time.  Melryk 
responded, "No.  I won't believe it.  She went with 
him willingly?"

Ridley glanced at me.  "She and Lothian are in love.  
Their joining was completely consensual."

"Oh God, No!" Melryk groaned.  He looked like he was 
going to fall.  I rushed into the parlor, retrieved 
two chairs and was back in the foyer before his knees 
buckled, catching his ass as he sat down.  I tossed 
the other one to Ridley who caught it deftly and slid 
it behind Malison, gently pressing her to sit down.

They both looked shell shocked.  Melryk said, "I 
thought Bareslay with a human was bad."

Ridley said, "Can I say something?"

Malison looked broken as she looked up at Ridley but 
she nodded wearily.  

Ridley said, "I know this is hard to believe, but not 
all Lycanthropes are the same.  Just like not all 
Clan members are the same.  They have their own 
individual personalities, morals and goals in life."

"What are you trying to tell us?" Melryk asked.

"I'm trying to tell you that Lothian is honorable.  
He is not sinister.  He hated Turlus and the other 
leaders.  He only did what he had to do because they 
would have killed him otherwise."

"Are you saying he didn't take the potion willingly?" 
Malison said, her voice full of suspicion.

Ridley shook her head.  "I don't know.  I think he 
wanted what the potion could give him, an escape from 
his rage.  I also know, though, that he was afraid of 
it.  Many of their experiments had failed, leaving 
them deformed, or half transformed and unable to 
change back into humans.  He was lucky, they used him 
near the end of their experiments when the potion had 
been further refined."

"What does this potion do exactly?"

"It turns their rage into arousal."

Melryk gagged slightly in his throat, no doubt 
imagining his daughter in the clutches of a wolf.  I 
cut in, "It's not as bad as it sounds.  Our friends 
are working with their research.  It could be a boon 
for all of us."

"What will this child be?" Malison asked.

Ridley shrugged.  "That's a mystery.  It's one of the 
reasons Lyndlay fled.  She knew that most of the Clan 
would consider it an abomination and she wasn't 
willing to give it up.  You know how we treasure 
children."

"Yes," Malison replied.  "No one knows better than I.  
I love my children, Ridley, beyond all reason.  We 
shouldn't have accosted you, but we were mad with 
rage and worry."

"I understand, Malison, but you should have come and 
talked to us, instead of assuming I'd betrayed you.  
Have I ever betrayed you?  Have I ever betrayed 
anyone in this Clan?"

Malison and Melryk looked chagrined but said nothing.  
I asked, "What do you want to do, Ridley?"

They both looked frightened.  They knew what I was 
asking.  Attacking us came dangerously close to 
treason.  There would have to be punishment.

"I don't know yet," she said honestly.

Melryk and Malison exchanged glances.  Melryk cleared 
his throat.  "We are truly sorry.  It won't happen 
again.  I promise.  If you keep your promise, I will 
keep mine."

Ridley nodded.  

He cleared his throat again.  He looked at Malison 
and she nodded.  If I hadn't been looking at her, I 
might have missed it.  He said, "We have something 
that might be very valuable to you.  If we were to 
give it, would you be willing to overlook our 
transgression?"

Ridley was silent for several long moments.  "It 
depends on what it is and how valuable."

"Very valuable," he said.

"I won't agree to anything until I know what we're 
talking about."

He licked his lips.  "Very well.  You know the old 
stories of our origins, right?"

"Yes."

"You know the story of Magnar, right?"

"Everyone does.  It's a legend, but I'm afraid that's 
all it is."

Melryk shook his head slightly.  "No, it's not just a 
legend.  It's truth."

Ridley's eyebrows raised to her hairline.  "And how 
do you know this?" she asked.

He turned and stared into her eyes.  "I know where he 
lays," he stated.

Ridley and I both gasped.  "That's impossible," she 
said.

Melryk smiled sadly.  "No, but it's secret, handed 
down for generations to two people in each generation 
so that the location would not be lost."

"How can I believe this?" Ridley whispered.

He hesitated and then said, "We can show you."



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PART 4 (NC-17)
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SECRET LAB
BASEMENT OF GUNMEN'S LAIR
OLD TOWN SECTION
ARLINGTON, VA
APRIL 2004

We worked tirelessly for days.  Finally, all our hard 
work paid off.  I looked up when Suzanne shouted, 
"Yes!  I think I've got it!"

I walked over and peered into the microscope.  She 
had isolated the nucleus and it was in a Petri dish 
next to the one holding the lycan virus.  They were 
identical.  "Well, I'll be damned."

"I need to compare it to the organic data on the 
black oil and be sure they really match, but it looks 
good to me," she added.

"Let's get to it," I agreed.  "That's from the tissue 
sample Ridley gave us?  From the original ancestor?"

"The very same.  Even though he's a dried out husk, 
she managed to get a very small vial of blood from 
him with a syringe.  It was only about ten drops, but 
it was enough."

"Say hallelujah!" I joked.

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SECRET LAB
BASEMENT OF GUNMEN'S LAIR
OLD TOWN SECTION
ARLINGTON, VA
MAY 2004

We spent a couple of weeks isolating nucleuses from 
both virus compounds and storing them in hermetically 
sealed containers.  Then the real experiments began.  

First we injected the mice with the original virus 
nucleus, which we determined was a protein-like cell 
and subjected them to constant cold.  This produced 
severe anemia in the mice.

Next we injected the mice with the original virus 
nucleus, and subjected them to constant heat.  This 
caused rapid muscle, tendon, and hair growth.  It 
also produced a voracious appetite.  Neither one of 
us had to test a human to know that we had our 
answer.  The virus was alien and had mutated in two 
different ways thousands of years ago, and thus 
produced two different species, neither one human.

We had to be careful with our limited resources.  
Further experiments with more components of the virus 
produced various results.  Finally, we hit upon a 
significant one.  The entire wolf virus, as we called 
it, produced the metabolic and physical changes in 
the mice.  We removed one element at a time and 
retested.  We discovered that when we removed one 
protein component, it prevented the transformation.  
They still had a big appetite, but no physical 
changes occurred.  The mice remained fertile.

We conducted all the same tests on the vamp virus, as 
we dubbed it, and were able to isolate the protein 
that was causing the anemia.  The downside was that 
it left the mice infertile. 

After receiving Ridley's tissue and blood sample from 
their ancestor, we realized there were mutations in 
the newer nuclei that did not appear in the original.  
That's when we fell upon the environmental changes 
that mutated the original virus.  By adding and 
subtracting vitamins and minerals we were able to 
make the fertility drugs work.

So we began experimenting with the drugs and what 
effects they could have singularly or in combination 
with both virus.  It was long, tedious, and often 
boring work, but research often is.

Neither of us gave up though, and having someone to 
brainstorm with was refreshing.  Not that I didn't 
brainstorm with Mulder.  However, the topic was 
rarely science.  This was a return to my roots and I 
was actually enjoying myself, never forgetting how 
deadly serious the work really was to our future.

There was still a lot to be done.  Somehow we had to 
find out how to prevent the transformation and not 
cause infertility.  We weren't done yet.

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IMMORTALITY RANCH
BOZEMAN, MT
JUNE 2004

The time had come.  I was scared out of my mind.  I 
sat against the headboard and cradled her body with 
mine.  She was panting, exhausted from the last few 
hours of labor.  "Shhh, baby, you're doing great," I 
cooed to her.

She smiled through her exhaustion.  "God, Lothian, it 
hurts.  Nothing has ever hurt like this."

"I know, well, I don't know, but I can tell."

Dana Scully was sitting at the foot of the bed in a 
chair, decked out in hospital scrubs, latex gloves 
and a face and hair mask.  She seemed calm, cool, and 
collected, giving no indication of the tension in the 
room.

"Here it comes," Lyndlay warned.

Scully straightened and began coaching.  The head 
crowned and Scully gave the order to push as hard as 
she could.  A small head popped out.  I could see it 
in the mirror that was at the foot of the bed on top 
of the dresser.

"One more, Lyndlay!  Here comes the shoulder!" Scully 
exclaimed.

Lyndlay pushed for all she was worth, her face frozen 
in a mask of agony.  She made a loud grunting sound 
that ended in an ear-slitting wail.  I could feel my 
hands shaking and willed them to be still.

"Yes!" Scully exclaimed again.  

She stood up with the baby in her arms.  Our denmate, 
Liza, wearing gloves carefully held the baby as Dana 
used a bulb syringe to extract the goop from the 
baby's mouth and nose.  It immediately gave out a 
monstrous wail, sounding much like its mother had a 
few moments ago.  That brought smiles to everyone.  
Liza gently laid the baby on Lyndlay's stomach, as 
Scully clamped and severed the cord and then helped 
us maneuver the blood-covered infant to her breast.  
It was only then that I saw that it was a boy.  "It's 
a boy!" I hiccupped.

Lyndlay smiled, looking exhausted as Scully rubbed 
her stomach, delivering the afterbirth.  Some 
lydocaine and a few stitches later, Lyndlay was 
relaxed and on the verge of sleep.  Scully cleaned up 
the baby, dressed him while I helped Lyndlay clean up 
and get into a new nightgown.  Since we knew that 
breast milk, along with sperm, didn't kill the 
opposing species, we assumed it was safe to 
breastfeed the infant.  We would try and monitor it 
closely.  The baby was returned and I relaxed back 
against the headboard, giving thanks to whatever God 
was up there, that the baby was born and appeared to 
be healthy.

"Is there any way to tell?" she asked Scully.

Scully didn't have to ask for clarification.  "Not 
yet.  We'll take some blood samples back to the lab 
and test them.  I'll let you know the results as soon 
as I know."

Lyndlay nodded.  My sensitive nose could smell the 
fear emanating from her pores.  "He's alive and he's 
healthy, Lyndlay.  We have to be grateful."

"I know.  I'm just so scared, Lothian."

"I know.  I love you, Lyndlay."

"I love you too, Lothian."

We fell asleep cradling our new infant and I couldn't 
remember being happier.  Frankly, I didn't care if 
the child was a werewolf, vampire, human or a mix 
thereof.  He was ours to have for as long as we could 
have him.  I felt blessed.

A month earlier, we'd gotten a call from Ridley 
asking us to contact Melryk and Malison.  I was 
hesitant to do so.  Despite their assurances that 
they only wanted to know we were safe, I didn't trust 
them as far as I could throw them.  I didn't want to 
have to look over my shoulder, waiting for her father 
to appear and try to kill me.  For the first time in 
years, I didn't feel like there was a shadow 
following me around.  I could relax here at the ranch 
and be myself.  It was a very liberating feeling.  I 
wasn't anxious to give that up.

Lyndlay and I had discussed it and decided that after 
the baby was born, we would invite them to the ranch.  
I hoped that seeing the child would soften their 
hearts.  It didn't stop me from dreading that visit.

Bareslay had agreed to wait at least a couple of 
years to find out if our human friends could do 
anything with the vaccine.  He wanted to make Zoe a 
vampire.  He was afraid of losing her to accident or 
old age.  We convinced him to wait, reminding him 
that the option was always there, but we should give 
the humans a chance and find out what happened with 
the virus and vaccine before making final decisions.

I could tell Zoe was relieved.  There was no doubt 
she wanted to spend her life with Bareslay.  Eternity 
was another matter.  I wasn't as sure as Bareslay 
that she wanted the dark gift of vampirism.

XXXXXXXXXX

THE NEXT DAY

Scully had stitched Lyndlay, despite her assurances 
that she healed quickly.  The next morning when 
Scully examined her, she was flabbergasted to find no 
wound.  She removed the useless stitches and shrugged 
her shoulders.  She then examined the baby, found 
nothing unusual, took blood samples and left to 
return to her home and the lab.

Although we didn't think we would hurt the child, 
we'd been warned by Scully not to have sex for the 
last couple of weeks of Lyndlay's pregnancy.  
Unwilling to take a chance with our child and knowing 
how rough we got sometimes, we'd agreed and didn't 
falter.  Now though, she was healed from the birth 
and we had a green light again.

The baby was resting comfortably in the warm bassinet 
when I entered the bedroom that night.  I'd been 
planning on asking her if she was up to a little 
hanky panky.  I got my answer upon looking at the 
bed.  She was laying there, stark naked, with a bow 
resting on her stomach.

I burst out laughing, and growled as I ripped my 
clothes off and pounced on the bed, delighted with 
her giggles.  I kissed her tenderly and delighted in 
the sound of her sigh as she relaxed next to me.

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A couple weeks or even a week was a long time when 
you are in love.  Although our sex was rough when I 
transformed, it wasn't, or didn't have to be when I 
was in human form.

I was feeling so tender towards her that I took it 
slow, suckling both her breasts and groaning when I 
tasted the milk.  I had a flash of panic, wondering 
if her milk would be deadly to me, but nothing seemed 
to happen.  I decided not to push my luck and 
resorted to pinching and rolling her nipples while my 
mouth enjoyed the rest of her body.

Laying between her spread, slender legs, I cupped her 
bottom and buried my face between her legs, laving at 
her and getting intoxicated by the smell of her 
arousal.  She panted, whimpered, and moaned, each 
sound going directly to my groin and stiffening me 
further until I was rock hard and throbbing.

She had two orgasms before I allowed her to coax me 
up her body once again.  Her legs draped over my 
hips, and I prodded her foamy entrance.  My cock 
stuck out towards her in an aching salute.

"Been so long," I said.

She laughed.  "It's only been two weeks, Lothian."

I grinned.  "That's forever to me," I whispered and 
slid into her in one long, steady stroke.

"Ohhh yeah!" she moaned.

I began to stroke and it felt so good to be sheathed 
inside her tight, little box again.  I wanted to 
pleasure her, make tender, sweet love to her all 
night long.  I also wanted to fuck her. 

The urge was there to tear her open and fuck her with 
wild abandon, but I held on with steely control and 
stroked slowly, making sure she was really fully 
healed.

She seemed to be enjoying herself, so I kept doing 
this until she was writhing and throwing her hips up 
to impale herself on my cock.  I was enormous when I 
was transformed, but I was no slouch when I was human 
either.  My cock was ten inches long and easily two 
and a half inches wide.

She began to whine and whimper as I ground into her, 
crushing her clitoris.  Before I knew it she was 
screaming out, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, 
yyyyeeeessss!"

I felt her walls collapse on my rigid shaft and I 
began to pump hard and fast, but staying just this 
side of rough.  I didn't need rough.  Not after this 
abstinence.  That thought was all it took and a dozen 
strokes later, I cried out, "Oh, I love you!"

I emptied into her in long, drawn out ejaculations 
that left me sated and limp.  I collapsed on top of 
her, knowing she could take it and sighed with 
contentment.  "I love you so much," I said.

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"We didn't use a condom," she said idly.

I jerked my head up.  "Oh my God!  I'm sorry!"

Then I saw her smirk.  "It's all right.  If it 
happens, it happens."

"You'd have another one?" I asked, surprised by this 
admission.

"I'd have a dozen with you if I could, Lothian."

I hugged her tightly and kissed her.  "I love you," I 
muttered, and kissed her again.

"Love you too.  I need to sleep now.  Dawn is 
coming."

"Sleep baby." 

I'd adjusted my schedule so that I was up all night 
and slept during the day with her and Bareslay.  Zoe 
had done the same.  We'd bought black out shades for 
the bedrooms and rigged black foam that fit securely 
into the windowsills as well to prevent any 
accidents.  Werewolves tended to be nocturnal anyway, 
but we were not affected by the sun.  It was one 
advantage our race had over theirs.

XXXXXXXXXX

The following weeks were a blur of activity.  We 
found out that our baby seemed to be perfectly human, 
although he did have branched DNA and other virus 
components that would make him immune to the black 
oil.  We were delighted.  I was still dreading the 
visit from her parents.  The invitation had been 
made.

XXXXXXXXXX

SECRET LAB
BASEMENT OF GUNMEN'S LAIR
OLD TOWN SECTION
ARLINGTON, VA

"Where are you meeting them?" Suzanne asked.

"Los Angeles," I answered.

"Why Los Angeles?" she asked.

"We decided on neutral territory."

"Probably a good idea."

I smiled at her and hugged her.  "Thank you so much."

"We don't know if it will work yet," she commented.

"I know, but I'm thanking you for working so hard on 
it."

"I wouldn't have missed it.  Good luck."

"Thanks."

I exited the building and slipped into the car.  
Mulder looked over at me and smiled.  "We good to 
go?"

"We're good to go," I said, unable to keep the 
excitement out of my voice.

"Whew," he said, whistling softly.

I grinned.  "Let's go.  I don't want to miss that 
flight."

"Me either."

XXXXXXXXXX

HYATT REGENCY
LOS ANGELES, CA
JULY 2003

I knocked on the door to Room No. 216.  I noticed 
that it was in the middle of the building shaped like 
an H.  The door opened and I was confronted with the 
imposing figure of Jeremy Rousseau.  He hadn't gotten 
any smaller, I thought.

He smiled and stepped aside, letting us in.  I looked 
around, realizing there were no windows.  Ah, so 
that's why they got a room in the middle.  Wouldn't 
be a first choice for most, but it was perfect for 
them.  "Have a seat," he said.  His voice seemed to 
rumble from somewhere deep inside his chest.

We sat on the two available chairs next to a small 
table.  This was more than a room.  It was like a 
suite only it didn't have multiple rooms.  It was an 
efficiency unit though, containing a small stove, 
refrigerator and a sink, complete with dishwasher.  
"You want a drink?" he asked.

"What have you got?" Mulder asked.

"We went out and got some Arizona Iced Tea for you," 
he said.  "There's water, and we can make coffee if 
you want it."

We smiled.  Mulder said, "I'll have an iced tea.  
Where's Ridley?"

Just then we heard a key in the door.  Ridley came in 
carrying a bag of groceries.  I raised an eyebrow at 
her and she smiled.  "Got some goodies for you," she 
replied.  "How are you?"

"Good," I replied.  "We have what we think is good 
news."

"Oh yeah?"  She set the bag on the counter and 
unloaded cheese, crackers, potato chips and dip, and 
some apples and plums.  

"You brought a feast," Mulder quipped.

"Only Mulder would think junk food is a feast," I 
deadpanned. 

We all laughed and Ridley said, "I did bring some 
fruit."

"Thank you for that," I said, mirth still apparent in 
my tone.

She washed her hands and then she and Jeremy sat on 
the bed.  "Not to be rude, but I'm anxious to get to 
it."

I smiled.  "Right down to business, huh?"

She nodded sheepishly.  "What have you found out?"

I opened my briefcase and extracted some papers with 
notes on our research.  "Rather than show this to 
you, which probably won't make sense to you, I'll 
just tell you, all right?"

"Sure," Ridley and Jeremy said in unison.

I went on to explain all the experiments we had done, 
which ones failed and which ones succeeded, trying to 
keep things in layman's terms.  When I paused, Ridley 
said, "So infertility still remains the problem."

At that point Mulder grinned and said, "She's not 
done yet."

Ridley's eyes widened.  "There's more?"

I smiled.  "You bet.  This last round of tests is 
what we hoped solved the infertility problem.  If we 
combine these two drugs with the vampirism virus, 
minus the one protein, we think it will work."

Ridley was silent and then licked her lips.  "What 
now?"

I smiled.  "I'm going to be the first human guinea 
pig.  We're going back to Montana when we leave here.  
Two of Lothian's pack members have agreed to be 
guinea pigs for the new vaccine."

"Full moon is two nights from now," Jeremy reminded 
us.

I nodded.  "Exactly.  We'll give them the vaccine 
tomorrow night and the night of the full moon, by 
injection.  If they transform, we know we failed."

"And if they don't?" Ridley asked.

A grin slowly spread across my face.  "Then we go 
into production and try to make as much of this stuff 
as we can."

"And fertility in vampires?" she asked.

I licked my lips.  "A little more dicey.  You're 
blood devours nearly anything we put into it, 
including the drug.  However, Ridley's blood sample 
from your ancestor showed that the virus you carry 
has mutated due to environment.  With that original 
nuclei we were able to isolate that ability to be 
triggered by that one protein, the same one that 
causes anemia.  Once we knew what it was before the 
mutation, we could remove the protein and stop the 
trigger."

"Can that be taken out of our blood?" she asked.

"That would be tough, but we can make the vaccine 
mixed with the drugs, minus the protein and give you 
injections.  Then you have to try and get pregnant 
and see what happens.  I'm sure there's a way to do 
it, but we'd need volunteers."

Jeremy said, "We also have to consider if we want to 
bring more children into the world with vampirism.  
If this drug works, every vampire couple who knows 
about it is going to want to try it."

Ridley frowned in concentration.  "He's right.  We 
would have a population explosion if this thing works 
and its common knowledge."

"There won't be that much to go around," I replied.

She nodded.  "I need to think about that.  I'm 
already pregnant.  So I'm one of the lucky ones."

"Has anyone examined you?  I see your starting to 
show now."

She smiled.  "Just Jeremy," she said, showing her 
dimples.

Mulder and I laughed.  "Would you like to do the 
honors?" Jeremy asked.

I nodded and Jeremy and Mulder left the room so I 
could do this in private.  She wouldn't have cared if 
Jeremy stayed, but Mulder didn't want to be there and 
I didn't want him there.

Ridley stripped and I marveled at the alabaster 
perfection of her body.  Her body was slender but 
ripe with her burgeoning pregnancy.  She looked big 
for four or five months and I had her lie back on the 
bed.  I took out a stethoscope, latex gloves, a 
portable light and a pap smear kit.  

I did a thorough exam on her pelvic region, took a 
sample of her vaginal secretions with the pap kit and 
felt her cervix for any dilation.  There was none, 
which was good.

I then held my stethoscope to her stomach and did an 
external exam.  What I heard gave me a momentary 
surge of jealousy.  I backed away and took the 
earpieces out of my ears.  

Ridley sat up and said, "You look pale.  Is something 
wrong?" she asked.  I could hear the slight tremble 
in her voice.  I had never heard it before.  Ridley 
was the most confident woman, or vampire, I'd ever 
met.  I couldn't imagine anything that could frighten 
her.  I realized then how important this pregnancy 
was to her.  

I smiled with reassurance.  "No, nothing's wrong.  
Let me get the guys while you get dressed."

"Dana?" she asked, still sounding fearful.

"I want Jeremy here first.  It's all good news."

She smiled, looking relieved and reached for her 
clothes.  

I found Mulder and Jeremy out in front of the lobby 
of the hotel, looking up at the stars and competing 
with each other to name constellations.  I chuckled 
and told them it was safe to come back in.  

They followed me in silence and we entered the room.  
Ridley was dressed and waiting anxiously on the bed.  
"Well?" she asked as soon as Jeremy sat beside her.

He immediately picked up on her apprehension.  "Is 
something wrong?" he asked immediately, sounding like 
her echo.

I smiled.  "No, everything's fine.  You seem to be in 
perfect health for this stage of pregnancy."

"But?" Ridley prompted.  "There's something.  I can 
tell."

I smiled.  "I thought you looked big for five 
months."

Her eyes were riveted on my face and didn't waver.  
"So?" she asked.

"There are two of them, Ridley."

"What?" she and Jeremy said at the same time.

I grinned.  "Two heartbeats, two babies."

"Impossible," Jeremy whispered. 

"Nope," I said flippantly, enjoying the shock on 
their faces.  "One thing I've learned on the X-Files 
is that nothing is impossible.  I believe that even 
more since meeting you guys."

They both smiled as the reality of it sunk in.  "It's 
unheard of," Jeremy said.  "Lyndlay and Bareslay were 
so well known because of the fact that they were 
twins.  They are the only ones we know of in history 
that have been born to vampiric parents."

"Well, in another four months or so, give or take a 
few days, they won't hold that distinction anymore."

Ridley asked, "Is there any way to determine sex?"

"You'd need an ultrasound.  I can't do it here."

"I can't go to a doctor," she said, looking dejected.

"Don't worry.  I'll keep an eye on you.  If you have 
any problems, just call me.  I can be on a plane 
within hours."

I saw wetness pool in her eyes.  "Thank you.  This is 
all so new to me.  I guess I'm still a little 
surprised that two humans want to help us."

I smiled and so did Mulder.  "We're fairly nice 
people really," he said in a conversational tone.  
"Once we knew you weren't going to suck us dry and 
kill us, we relaxed a bit.  We're much more fun when 
we're relaxed," he joked.

We all busted out laughing and it felt good to be 
able to laugh at ourselves.  We said good night and 
made our way back to our own room.  We'd checked into 
a room in the same hotel, but were leaving early in 
the morning for the ranch.  We had experiments to 
conduct.  Also, we wanted to be there when Melryk and 
Malison arrived, the evening after the full moon.


XXXXXXXXXX
PART 5 (NC-17)
XXXXXXXXXX

HYATT REGENCY
LOS ANGELES, CA
ROOM 412

We went up the elevator to our room and quickly 
undressed and showered.  We were both tired.  I was 
wired and I knew Mulder was too.  Despite our 
tiredness, we weren't going to sleep right away.

I crawled into bed nude and waited for Mulder.  He 
emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel 
and I literally felt my mouth water.  Jesus, what 
this man did to me!

He waggled his eyebrows when he realized I was 
staring.  I blushed, despite my best efforts not to.  
With a flick of his wrist the towel cascaded to the 
floor, revealing him in all his glory.

He walked up to the bed, looking for all the world 
like a giant panther and threw the covers back, 
exposing my body.  The cold air hit me and my nipples 
rose into tight, aching peaks.  I couldn't hold back 
the gasp.

He shot me a feral grin and climbed into the bed.  He 
hovered over me on all fours.  "Did you take it?"

"Yes, I had Suzanne inject me before we left."

"And?"

"I tested myself just before we went to see Jeremy 
and Ridley," I confirmed for him.

"And?" he asked, sounding impatient now.

"I'm ovulating," I said, my voice barely audible.

He panted once, hard.  "Oh god."  The look of love on 
his face was almost more than I could bear.  He sank 
down on top of me and I spread my legs to let him 
slide between them.  He kissed me fiercely, obviously 
aroused by the entire idea.  

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I could feel his rigid shaft between my legs and he 
rubbed it against me, teasing my entrance.  I moaned, 
"Ahhh, Mulder, don't tease."

"No?  I thought you liked to be teased," he said with 
a mischievous grin.

"Not tonight," I said seriously.

He nodded.  "You got it," he said, being just as 
serious.

He tested my readiness with his fingers, sucking in 
air through his teeth.  "Ahhhh, I love that I make 
you so wet," he muttered.

Without further preamble, he lowered his hips and 
sank himself into me until he pressed on my cervix.  
He began to thrust with long, full, steady strokes 
and I felt like I was floating.

"Oh, so good, so good, so fucking good," I chanted.

He grunted in agreement but never lost his rhythm.  I 
felt the flush start at my hairline and wash down 
over my face and into my chest.  His eyes were 
glowing with lust and he ground out, "Oh fuck, you're 
magnificent, oh baby, so fucking sexy."

I groaned, always loving it when he paid me these 
compliments.  It was a turn on just to know I had 
turned him on.  His hand reached down and pressed my 
engorged clitoris against our joining.  I screamed as 
an orgasm of epic proportions slammed into me.  
"Aaaaahhhhh, Mulder!  Aaaaaaahhhhhhh, Mulder!  
Aaaaahhhhh, Mulder!  Oh shit!  Yes, yes, yes!"

He was growling, literally growling, as my muscles 
clamped down on him.  There were advantages to being 
older.  He didn't come.

XXXXXXXXXX

I'd never seen anything more beautiful than a 
flushed, lustful Scully on the verge of orgasm.  The 
fact that she was writhing beneath me, impaled by me 
didn't hurt matters.

I bit my lip as she orgasmed, calling my name.  That 
never ceased to push me into high gear.  So many 
years, I'd wanted to hear her scream my name in 
pleasure, rather than pain or fear.  

As she came down a bit, I forced her legs wider, 
withdrew a little and shoved hard.  She screamed out 
as I slammed my cock head into her cervix.  If I was 
going to shoot into her, I wanted to spray right onto 
her cervix.  God, I hoped she got pregnant.

Just the thought of it made my dick swell a bit more, 
plugging her tightly.  She was already so snug, it 
was enough to knock a man senseless.  Just thinking 
about it would make my knees go weak.  She was so 
deliciously hot inside, so achingly tight, her 
muscles never failing to vibrate on my shaft due to 
the tension of stretching to the limits.  My balls 
rested against her ass and I ground into her, trying 
to regain control.  I panted, holding still inside 
her.

I leaned down and bit her earlobe gently, scraping my 
teeth over it and she shivered.  "Oh God, you feel so 
good," she said.

I didn't trust myself to talk so I just grunted and 
withdrew very slowly and carefully until the ridge of 
my glans tugged on her labia.  I moved back and forth 
an inch or so, teasing her, worrying her inner lips.

She began to moan, "Oh fuck, don't tease."

I kept going, wanting her to lose it.  I lived to 
make Dana Scully lose it in the bedroom.  She 
whimpered, a sound I'd come to love.  "Please!" she 
cried out through clenched teeth.

"Please what?"

"Oh Jesus, fuck me!" she shouted.

I plunged deep, snapping my hips and driving my cock 
deep within her.  She shrieked and I commenced to 
thoroughly pound away at her pussy.  I lifted her 
legs to my shoulders and leaned down, effecting 
maximum penetration.  She groaned and I bounced my 
hips, letting momentum drive me into her again and 
again.

The wet slap of our bodies was music to my ears.  We 
were both sweating and panting.  I needed my elbows 
to support my weight so I panted out, "Touch your 
breasts, Scully."

She didn't hesitate, releasing my biceps and 
beginning to pinch and roll her own nipples, tighter 
than I would ever dare.  I roared, "Oh Christ, you 
have the tightest pussy!  So good for fucking.  
Jesus, you were MADE for this, Scully," I ground out.

Spurred on by the sounds of her cries and pleas, I 
thrust into her brutally, letting loose with 
ferocious grunts.  She began to climax and the 
intense, tight, grasping sensations of her pussy 
walls was too much for me to handle.

I roared and fucked her for all I was worth, feeling 
my climax slam into me and rocket out my shaft.  I 
exploded with a triumphant cry, "OH YES!"  I came so 
hard I could hardly distinguish between ejaculations.  
It was almost one long, continuous stream of sperm.  
"Oh Christ," I muttered and collapsed; releasing her 
legs and watching them fall to the bed. 

I kissed her temple and cuddled her close.  "I'm 
sorry, Scully.  I don't want to be rough with you all 
the time.  I can't seem to help myself."

"It's all right.  I get carried away too.  I love 
you, Mulder."

"Love you too, baby."

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XXXXXXXXXX
IMMORTALITY RANCH
BOZEMAN, MT
OCTOBER 2004 - FULL MOON

Mulder and I arrived at the ranch and I gave the 
potion to the first three volunteers.  They appeared 
nervous but cooperative and constantly called me Dr. 
Scully.  Despite their fears of previous experiments 
gone bad and half transformations, none of them 
transformed.  They were delighted, but dreadfully 
horny and ran to their mates as soon as we determined 
that they were truly not going to transform.

They let us take blood to see if any of the 
composition changed after they were injected.  
Couldn't hurt to verify results.  We also instructed 
them to let us know if they experienced any kind of 
physiological changes or symptoms.

We'd been surprised when Ridley and Jeremy showed up 
the next evening.  Apparently, they wanted to be 
there when Melryk and Malison arrived.  'Anticipating 
trouble, were we?' I wondered.

I checked on little Luther and he was hale and 
hearty.  He did possess some anomalies in his blood 
but I wasn't sure what they meant yet.

XXXXXXXXXX

TWO HOURS AFTER SUNSET

The doorbell rang.  We were all sitting in the 
gigantic living room of the main house.  I stood up, 
having agreed to answer the door, being the least 
intimidating figure in the house, except for Zoe, 
perhaps, who was practically shivering with fear.

I opened the door and smiled.  "Hello."

"Oh hello, Dr. Scully!" Malison greeted me.  "We 
didn't expect you to be here."

"We had to do some work with the new potions," I 
explained, stepping back as they entered the foyer.

Melryk asked, "With us or the Lycans?"

"This time with the Lycans," I answered calmly.

"Were you successful?"  he asked.

"We think so.  Our subjects didn't transform last 
night after taking it.  As far as fertility and other 
issues, we will have to wait and see.  Now we have to 
find a way to manufacture it for all of them."

He swallowed.  I wasn't sure how much he wanted to 
know.  Malison was fidgeting, not quite wringing her 
hands, but close.  I knew they were impatient to see 
their kids.  I said, "Your children are in the living 
room waiting for you."

Malison smiled tremulously and bounced on the balls 
of her feet.  It was interesting to see such deadly 
creatures be nervous or anything but completely self-
possessed.  I was quickly realizing that they were 
much like we were emotionally.  I wasn't sure if that 
was a good thing or a bad thing.  

"Follow me," I instructed, and went past the gigantic 
staircase and through an arched doorway.  

Malison actually whimpered when she saw Lyndlay.  I 
could see relief in every line of her face as she 
crossed toward her and held out her arms.  Lyndlay 
stood and stepped forward, going into her arms.

Melryk stopped behind them and watched, his eyes 
darting around the room.  They landed on Bareslay 
first, Zoe between his legs where they sat on the 
couch.  Then I saw his eyes land on Jeremy and 
Ridley.  His brows raised in question, and Ridley 
just smiled, not inclined to give him a reason for 
her presence.

Then finally, his eyes landed on Lothian.  His 
nostrils flared and I imagined he could smell him.  
Lothian was sitting a wingback armchair, with Luther 
in his arms, bundled in a big, fluffy blanket.

The two men's eyes locked.  Lothian didn't flinch but 
continued to meet the older man's stare.  Lyndlay and 
Malison broke apart and Malison's eyes found Lothian.  
He stood up slowly to his full height of six feet.

I was struck again by how handsome he was and how 
broad his shoulders were, tapering into a lean waist 
and muscular legs.  His curly brown hair was washed 
and combed carefully.

He stepped forward slowly.  Even so, Malison backed 
up a step and her back met Melryk's chest.  He 
smiled, clearly amused at their fear but not wanting 
to piss them off.  A glance at Ridley and the smile 
slid off his face.  No need to be arrogant here.  
That was not going to win him points.  Softly, he 
said, "Hello.  I'm Lothian."  He paused.  "I won't 
hurt you," he assured them.

They didn't respond, just stood staring.  I wondered 
if in all their long lives, they'd ever been this 
close to a Lycan they weren't trying to kill.  They 
were openly staring at him and he didn't seem to 
mind.  He took another step.  When Malison sucked in 
her breath, he stopped.  "Would you like to see your 
grandson?" he asked, deliberately keeping his voice 
soft and low.

Malison nodded jerkily and Lyndlay took her arm, 
pulling her forward.  She came reluctantly, and 
Lothian dropped his arms lower so she could easily 
see him.  Her eyes darted to him fearfully, but then 
to Lyndlay and she reached out, peeling back the 
blanket.  His fat, little face emerged, eyes open and 
alert.

Little fists shook in the air as he yawned and 
shuddered.  Malison, Lyndlay and Lothian all smiled 
with amusement.  "Oh, he's lovely," Malison gushed.  

"We named him Luther, Momma," Lyndlay informed her.

Lothian asked, "Would you like to hold him?"

She looked up and nodded.  He bent forward.  I could 
tell she was still frightened of him, or his smell, 
one or the other, but she held her ground.  Lothian 
merely slid the baby easily into her arms and took a 
step back.

Lothian moved to the side and gestured to the chair.  
"Go ahead and sit, Malison."  She nodded and walked 
to the chair, sitting down while cooing to the little 
bundle in her arms.  His arm slipped around Lyndlay's 
waist and I saw Melryk frown, but he didn't say 
anything.

"Melryk, come see," Malison exclaimed.

He cleared his throat, darting a glance at Lothian 
but then going to his wife.  He went down on one knee 
and peered at the baby.  "Hello, Luther," he said 
quietly.  Despite himself, I saw the corners of his 
mouth pulling up.  "He looks healthy," he commented.

"Very healthy," I informed him.  "I've run a bunch of 
tests.  He's got an incredible immune system."

He swallowed and looked up at Lyndlay, "Is he?"

Lyndlay smiled.  "We don't think he's either.  So far 
his blood shows the absence of the protein that 
causes transformation, and the one that causes the 
anemia or blood craving in us.  He didn't transform 
last night, which we were watching carefully for, 
neither has he turned up with any fangs."

Melryk stood, looking astonished.  "He's human."

"A little super human," I interjected.  "Like I said, 
his immune system is incredible."

Finally, Bareslay stood up and they turned their 
attention to him.  He was gripping Zoe fairly close 
around the waist, as though to protect her, or hold 
her up, I wasn't sure which.

He turned and said, "Dad, this is Zoe."

He inhaled and said with astonishment, "You haven't 
turned her."  He was clearly surprised.

"No," Bareslay said simply.  "We're waiting to see 
what happens with the potions.  If we can boost her 
immune system or her longevity another way, it might 
not be necessary."

She smiled tremulously.  Melryk did the first 
congenial thing I'd seen so far and stuck out his 
hand.  "Hello, young lady.  It's nice to finally meet 
you."

She tentatively stuck out her hand and nodded at him.  
"Hello," she said, barely above a whisper.  I could 
tell Melryk was being very gentle and not squeezing 
her hand too hard. 

He smiled at her and she seemed to relax a bit, 
smiling back.  Suddenly she blurted out, "I really 
love your son."  Then she looked embarrassed and 
turned her face into Bareslay's chest.  Her five foot 
two frame looked small next to Bareslay's six-foot 
body.  I imagined that's what Mulder and I looked 
like as well.

Bareslay was smiling so tenderly at her.  He tipped 
her chin up with two fingers and kissed her nose.  "I 
love you, too," he murmured.

She grinned and Melryk smiled, in spite of himself.  
He cleared his throat.  "Well, I'm glad to see the 
two of you alive and well.  I wish you'd come to us 
instead of running off," he began.

"I'm sorry, Dad," Lyndlay said.  "I didn't mean to 
worry you sick and I knew I was going to.  However, I 
didn't need to be genius to figure out that you would 
try to take me away from Lothian.  I couldn't risk 
that, especially knowing I was pregnant."

He nodded.  "I don't know what I would have done.  
You never gave me the chance," he said bitterly.

She smiled at him.  "Yes, you do.  We both know.  You 
would have run off Lothian or tried to kill him and 
you would have tried to get me to give up the baby," 
she said with conviction.

He stared at her for a long moment and then nodded.  
"Maybe ... probably."

She smiled.  "I know it's hard to accept.  We grew up 
with the same stories you did.  Those stories blinded 
us."

Lothian said, "We're not all the same, you know?  Any 
more than all vampires are the same."

They stared at one another again but there was less 
tension this time.  Melryk said, "I'm afraid for my 
children.  Can you understand that?"

Lothian looked at Luther with a look of total 
devotion and then returned his eyes to Melryk.  "Yes, 
I killed to protect my child," he said softly.

"Jakes," Melryk whispered.

Lothian nodded.  "Your beloved leader found out 
Lyndlay had been with me.  Do you know what he did?"

Melryk swallowed but didn't answer.

"He didn't just threaten me.  That I could have 
forgiven.  He threatened to kill Lyndlay and rip the 
'abomination' out of her body."  This last was said 
through clenched teeth.

Melryk swallowed hard and looked at Lyndlay.  "He 
really threatened to kill you, Lyndlay?"

She nodded.  "Yes.  He was a maniac.  So was his 
lover."

At the mention of his lover, Malison glanced at 
Ridley who merely raised her eyebrows, glad to have 
someone else confirm the lover that validated her 
accusations against Jakes.

Melryk nodded.  

Lothian leaned forward subtly but the move was not 
lost on Melryk.  He stiffened but held his ground.  
Only a few feet separated the men.  Lothian said, "I 
love your daughter, Melryk.  Believe that.  I'll 
never let anything or anyone hurt her as long as 
there is breath in my body.  Despite what you may 
think about us, we don't 'like' to be killers, any 
more than you do.  We do what we have to in order to 
survive.  But I did kill to protect your daughter and 
my son."  He paused.  "And I'd do it again, in a 
heartbeat."

Melryk nodded, a reluctant spark of admiration 
touching his features.  Then he looked at his boots.  
"See that you do," he said softly.

Lothian merely smiled at him, looking a little cocky 
now.  I launched an eyebrow at him at a warning.  He 
nodded at me subtly and winked.

Malison stood carefully.  She took a deep breath as 
though gathering courage and walked to Lothian, 
stopping about a foot from him and looking up at his 
face.  He slipped his arm under Luther and easily 
scooped the child up to lie across his forearm, 
braced against his chest.  His other arm was still 
around Lyndlay.

She bravely reached out and touched the arm holding 
the child.  Lyndlay was clearly shocked at this show 
of bravado, or trust, I wasn't sure which.  She said, 
"Take care of my babies, Lothian.  As long as you do, 
I can live with this.  If you ever hurt her though, 
your life won't be worth a nickel."

He smiled genuinely at her and nodded.  "Count on 
it," he said.

She released his arm and turned to Bareslay.  For the 
first time since she arrived, she approached him and 
slipped her arms around his neck.  He gave her a one-
arm hug, not releasing Zoe.  

She whispered, "I love you too, Bareslay.  Please 
come home.  I know your sister won't, but you could 
come home."

He released her and she stepped back, looking up into 
his face.  He glanced at Zoë.  "Could I, Mama?"

Malison held out her hand and Zoë reached for it.  In 
a move that surprised everyone, she embraced the girl 
in a gentle hug, patting her between the shoulder 
blades.  "If my son loves you, then I will too.  You 
would be welcome in our home."

"Walsheford?" Bareslay asked when she stepped back.

"No.  We don't plan on staying in Baton Rouge.  We'll 
be returning to New Orleans."

"Let me think about it, okay?" he said.

She nodded. 

Melryk stiffened suddenly and I turned toward the 
archway to find three more of the Lycans of Lothian's 
pack.  "Jesus," Melryk whispered.

They smiled and waved.  "We're going to go check the 
fence on the north side of the pasture.  Okay, 
Lothian?" one of them said.

He nodded and smiled.  "Good idea.  Check the gate 
while you're up there."

"Will do," he said, giving a jaunty salute, and they 
filed out the front door.

Melryk relaxed and Lothian grinned at him.  "I meant 
it.  We won't hurt you as long as you behave."

"Be - behave!" the older vampire sputtered.

Lothian chuckled at his indignation and then we all 
let small noises of amusement escape.  He couldn't 
help but go along.  "All right, I get it."  He 
sighed.  "Man, I'm hungry," he said suddenly.

Lyndlay stepped forward and said, "Come on, dad.  We 
have some cattle in the barn."

He nodded, slightly dazed by all that had transpired 
and docilely followed her out the door.

"Got a room for us?" Malison asked.

Lothian nodded.  "Yes, we knew you'd need to spend 
the day tomorrow.  You're welcome to stay as long as 
you like."

She nodded.  "This went well, I think.  I don't know 
what I expected, but I didn't expect you."

He smiled.  "I wasn't sure what to expect either," he 
admitted.  "I hoped you could accept me and Luther.  
It means a lot to Lyndlay.  She missed you."

Pools of wetness swam in Malison's eyes but she 
didn't cry.  "I was so worried.  I was frantic."

He put a hand on her shoulder, still cradling the 
baby with the other one.  She stiffened slightly but 
then relaxed.  "I want Lyndlay to be happy.  I knew 
she never would be totally happy if she didn't have 
your approval."  He paused.  "She doesn't need your 
approval, but she desires it.  It will make her 
happy.  That's what we both want, isn't it?"

She looked up and him and nodded.  "This isn't easy 
for us, especially Melryk.  His maker was killed by 
Lycans."

Lothian nodded.  "I'm sorry for that, but it has 
nothing to do with me.  I said it before, but I'll 
say it again.  I will never hurt her."

She smiled at the baby and then up at him.  "I 
believe you now." 

Melryk returned with rosy cheeks and entered the 
room, just in time to hear the last exchange.  
Lothian turned to him and approached.  He didn't 
flinch or stiffen this time.  Lothian carefully held 
out the baby.  

Melryk actually looked a bit nervous but excited too.  
He reached out and took Luther, cradling him gently 
to his chest.  He moved the blanket further from his 
face and the baby reached out to grab his finger.

The move clearly startled him but brought a smile to 
his face.  Lothian whispered, "That's your grandpa, 
Melryk, Luther.  Say hello."

"Goooooaaaaahhhhhh," the baby burbled.  

We all ended the night with smiles.

XXXXXXXXXX
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.

Two weeks after our return from Montana, I was crying 
in the bathroom when Mulder entered.  He didn't ask.  
He knew when he looked down at the tray in my hands.  

He knelt silently in front of me and took me into his 
arms.  I sobbed on his shoulder.

I wasn't pregnant.

XXXXXXXXXX

SEPTEMBER 2004

Things happened fast after that.  We tried again in 
August and I was almost fearful of trying and failing 
again in September when Mulder said, "You know what?"

"What?"

"We've been so focused on you, nobody thought to 
check me.  Maybe the problem is me?"

I didn't think so, but he was right.  I'd never even 
done a sperm count test on him.  So began a new phase 
of our attempts to find fertility.  Further tests on 
Mulder revealed that his protein residue and 
antibodies were decreasing his testosterone levels.  
Not enough to kill his libido, but enough to reduce 
his sperm count.  

I gave him the drugs that stimulate sperm production 
and increase testosterone.  I almost regretted it.  
He turned into the horny beast of all horny beasts.

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"Oh God!  SUCK ME, SCULLY!  SUCK ME!" I screamed as 
she engulfed my penis in her mouth and hollowed her 
cheeks with the force of her suction.  I thrust up 
into her mouth, waiting to hear her gag, but she 
didn't.  I didn't want to hurt her, but I simply 
couldn't help myself.

I hadn't had this much this sex as a teenager or in 
college.  I was a walking hard on, as Scully had 
started calling me.  I walked around constantly with 
an ache in my groin.  It felt heavy.  The pressure 
was always there.  The slightest touch from her and I 
was stone hard and straining against my zipper.  I 
was banging her three times a day.  I couldn't get 
enough.

Eventually, of course, she got sore and couldn't take 
it.  So now, she sucked me off about twice a day or I 
jumped in the shower and jacked off to visions of her 
pouty lips wrapped around my towering cock.  Now that 
we had sex regularly, my mind was a vast filofax of 
snapshots to pull from when I had to take care of 
myself.  It wasn't difficult to imagine some of my 
favorite moments and relive them.
 
I looked down and watched my cock enter her face.  
She was lying on the bed on her back, with her head 
hanging over the side, baring her gorgeous swan neck 
and giving me a straight shot down her throat.  She 
let me do the work and I didn't mind.  She was 
sucking like a vacuum though, her hands braced 
against my legs over her head.  I hunched over, 
squatting and rammed my cock into her face, feeling 
it slide past the back of her mouth and into her 
throat.

I wailed feeling the tightness of her throat around 
the head of my cock.  When she sucked hard and made a 
swallowing motion, I was all done.  I screamed, 
rammed deep, my balls resting on her face and sprayed 
cum directly down her throat.

I gasped, pulling my cock out slowly and staggering.  
My knees were jelly and I took one step and flopped 
on the bed.  "Jesus, Scully.  Are you are all right?"

XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX

I didn't hear anything so I looked over at her and 
her shoulders were shaking.  I was up in an instant 
and moving her so she was completely on the bed.  
"Are you all right?" 

I looked down again and she was laughing, not crying.  
I smiled.  She burped and we both laughed again.  
"God, Mulder, you're going kill me."

"I'm sorry, Scully.  I don't know what to do.  I'll 
jerk off from now on, and you tell me when you want 
it, otherwise I'll just masturbate."

"It's all right, Mulder.  I'll tell you if it's too 
much.  I promise.  If I can do it, I will.  I'll let 
you know when you have to take care of it yourself.

"I'm exhausting myself," I admitted.

She chuckled, a low sound in the back of her throat 
and I felt my cock twitch at the sound.  Christ, it 
took nothing.  She glanced at my groin and watched as 
it twitched and began to stiffen.  "Oh no, not 
again," she said.

I smiled.  "You have to take care of it this time," 
she said calmly. 

I nodded.  "I think I can stand it now.  I'll try to 
ignore this one."  I leaned forward and kissed her 
nose.  I got up and took a shower.

"If I didn't love you so much, I might ask for help 
with you."

"From who?" I asked innocently.

She gave me the raised eyebrow.  "Mulder, you are 
pouring out pheromones.  Every woman that stands next 
to you is probably creaming their panties.  I've been 
giving them death glares since this started.  If I 
thought I could get away with it, I'd carry a big 
stick."

I belly laughed, delighted at her territorialism.  
"You don't need to worry, Scully."

"I know, but its getting annoying.  Women have always 
fawned all over you.  I kind of got used to it.  Now 
it's unbearable."

"You're delusional," I teased, kissing her on the 
forehead.

"No, I'm not.  I don't share well with others."

"I won't share you either.  I need a shower.  Be 
right back. 
 
XXXXXXXXXX

WALSHEFORD HOME
LOUISIANA BAYOU
OCTOBER 2004

Scully delivered Ridley's babies.  They were both 
vampires, but blood tests showed traces of the 
protein residue from the potion ingested by Ridley.  
This worried them, but neither child transformed on 
the full moon.  I was bystander for all of this, 
still taking the drugs when Scully's blood tests 
showed my sperm count dropping.

After each injection, I would turn into a cock with a 
mouth.  This month was no different.  Her period had 
not come last week on schedule and we were hopeful 
but it was too soon to tell so she gave me what we 
hoped was my last injection last night.

She of course, was also taking the potion, minus the 
proteins that would have changed her irretrievably 
into a vampire or werewolf if she'd ingested them.  
She monitored herself closely to make sure she was 
not becoming anemic or showing any other signs of 
tragedy. 

Meanwhile, we began to notice subtle changes in our 
bodies.  Wrinkles were disappearing, and our skin was 
becoming softer.  My muscles were becoming more 
defined without any extra work on my part, and my 
strength and stamina were increasing.  Good thing 
hers was too, or I would have killed her with 
exhaustion from the sex by now.  Even old war wounds, 
scars that had been on our bodies for years, were 
fading.  We had worried about age regression, but 
there were no other signs of that.  Our features 
didn't change and there were no metabolic changes 
that indicated younger age.  Scully believed that the 
potions were boosting our immune systems in some ways 
never before seen.  

I was on the verge of blue balls when we finally 
retired to a borrowed room in the mansion.  I 
stripped and stood nude by the bed, waiting for 
Scully.  I didn't say a word.  Her wink and smile let 
me know she knew what the problem was.  Not that she 
needed any more evidence.  

XXXXXXXXXX NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXXX

My cock was so engorged it nearly stood up straight, 
which for a man my age is incredible.  It was an 
unreal shade of red, and swollen bigger than I could 
ever remember.  I think so much pressure in my cock 
over the months had subtly lengthened it.  I wasn't 
sure that wasn't my imagination though, so I didn't 
mention it.  I didn't really care.  

Scully pinched her own nipples and fingered herself 
while I watched.  She licked her lips, staring at my 
cock.  She was exciting herself for me, knowing I 
wouldn't be able to engage in much foreplay this time 
around.

When she felt she was ready, she climbed on the bed 
without a word and spread her legs wide, holding out 
her arms to me.  By now my cock was so hard and so 
engorged, I was dizzy with arousal.  My cock was 
nearly purple.

I wasted no time and simply mounted her.  I took her 
in rapid, heavy, tearing thrusts that made her wince 
each time.  I couldn't stop, I couldn't pull back, I 
couldn't slow down, I couldn't soften the blow.  It 
was as if a demon had a hold on me.  Then I came.  I 
screamed in relief as my balls clenched and emptied 
into her.  She took it like a trooper.  

XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX

I sighed as she wrapped her arms and legs around me 
in a gentle embrace, while I waited for my breathing 
to slow down.  "You okay?" she whispered.

"That took the edge off," I replied.

"The edge off?" she asked, sounding surprised. 

I hauled myself up away from her body and sat my ass 
back on my heels.  My cock hadn't wilted at all, 
although it was no longer red and discolored from so 
much blood.  Nonetheless, it was still hard as a 
board.  "It's getting worse, Scully."

She nodded, looking slightly afraid.  "Hopefully this 
is the end, Mulder."

I nodded.  "Are you sore?" I asked.

She grinned.  "Not yet.  Can you take a little more 
time this time?"

I grinned this time and nodded.  I leaned over her, 
kissing her and exploring her body with my hands.  I 
suckled her pebble-hard nipples and went down on her.  
She hadn't come this time.  It had been too fast.  I 
felt bad about that, but I simply couldn't wait at 
the time.  It had felt like my dick was going blow 
off.

I took my time, exploring her folds with my tongue 
and sucking gently on her entrance, swallowing her 
fluids and teasing her clitoris.  Two fingers found 
there way inside and I gently rubbed the front wall 
of her vagina until I found her G-spot.  She thrashed 
and cried out as I felt her spasm around my fingers.

Only then did let myself head for my second release.  
This was definitely getting worse.  One orgasm wasn't 
even deflating me now.  My balls felt heavy with 
sperm again.  I began to enter her and she winced. 

I stopped.  "You are sore," I scolded her.

"Just a little."

"Scully, you have to tell me," I nearly whined.

"It's not bad, really."

"No, I'll just go take a shower."

"Come on, Mulder, I want to be with you."

"The last thing I want to do is hurt you, and I know 
I have."

She frowned but then her expression changed.  "I know 
something we haven't done in a long time."

"What's that?" I asked, ready to counter her 
argument.

"Back door," she said simply.

I groaned softly at the thought.  "You could take 
that?"

"I have some KY in my bag over there."

I leapt up off the bed and hurried to her bag.  She 
chuckled at my enthusiasm.  I hurried back and turned 
her over onto her stomach, wedging three pillows 
under her belly to raise her up. 

I gently pried apart her taut ass cheeks.  

I loosened her up with one finger, watching as her 
little ass swallowed up my finger.  Then I added a 
second finger, and finally three.  I was not taking 
as much time as I normally would, but I was 
determined that she be ready.  She moaned and said, 
"Go ahead, Mulder."

XXXXXXXXXXX NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXXX

I smothered my cock in KY jelly and positioned myself 
behind her and watched her flex her muscles, the 
small area opening and closing.  I touched myself to 
her hole and felt my cock was going to burst.  

I pushed, trying to be gentle, and felt myself begin 
to penetrate.  Suddenly the head was in and I felt as 
her muscles clamp around my cock head and squeeze.  I 
moaned.

I slowly rocked in and out, letting myself gain 
ground with every stroke.  Once fully embedded, I 
stopped, letting her get used to the feeling.  I was 
in heaven.  I backed up and watched the ring of her 
anus become smooth.  It was stretched so wide and I 
rocked with just the head in, letting it tug at her 
muscle ring.  She began to moan and finally hollered, 
"God, do it, Mulder."

I began to pump into her, trying not to go too fast.  
The urge, once again, to bang her hard was nearly 
impossible to resist.  I sped up and reveled in her 
symphony of grunts, moans and whimpers, none of which 
sounded like pain.

The grease job was working well, and though I'd split 
her wide open, my shaft slid in and out easily.  I 
began to thrust with reckless abandon.  She seemed to 
be vibrating and twitching with another spasm with 
every stroke.

I looked huge and I didn't ever want to stop sliding 
my cock in and out.  Then she was coming without 
warning, screaming into the mattress, the sheets 
muffling her voice.  I felt her muscles clamp onto me 
and let out a full-throated moan.  My gasps were 
coming fast and harsh, but I was nowhere near ready 
to come.

I moved my hips around, swiveling the head of my cock 
around in her ass.  She roared into the sheets and 
came again.  There was nothing like an anal climax to 
squeeze you so hard it felt like you'd burst.

But this was the second round and I was still hard, 
still pumping and loving every minute of it. 

I levered up higher on my knees, letting myself slip 
out and straddled her ass and squatting over her.  I 
plunged down, loving the feel of her muscle giving 
way.

I buried myself deep and grabbed the headboard above 
her head.  I began to squat hump her like my life 
depended on it.  It went on and on and on.  She 
hollered twice more in climax.

Finally, I felt the heaviness in my groin shift, and 
my balls tightened.  The back of my legs tingled and 
I roared through my second climax of the evening.

XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX

I removed myself gently and went to get supplies to 
clean things up.  She was asleep when I made it back 
to the bed.  I turned her over gently and cleaned 
her, kissing her forehead.  Then I crawled in and 
wrapped myself around her.



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PART 6 (PG-13)
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WALSHEFORD MANSION
BATON ROUGE, LA
FEBRUARY 2005

Ridley gave birth to twins, a girl and a boy.  They 
were both perfect as vampires go.  In the months 
after the experiment at Immortality Ranch, the New 
Orleans and Baton Rouge Clans, along with the Lycans 
at the Immortality Ranch had funded the production of 
more vaccine, voluntarily giving blood to begin the 
process.  In order to keep producing it, they would 
have to give blood regularly.  The hope was to start 
stockpiling it, giving blood twice a month, and 
needing the potion it created only once a month.

The twin's blood was a match for Mulder's and mine in 
that it was immune to the black oil virus.  That in 
combination with the drugs was the final boon.  We 
were able to create a 'drug' that induced the 
vampires to ovulate.

Ridley set about coming up with rules for using the 
drug.  Everyone would have to go through the Council 
of Elders and petition to have a child.  Ridley would 
have the final say.  They didn't want to overrun the 
world with vampires.  Some were allowed to try right 
away, the oldest and strongest that had never had a 
child.  Those with children were not allowed to use 
the drug to have another.  Still others had to wait.  
Ridley set up a system of bi-monthly injections that 
spread out the pregnancies and prevented a population 
boom of epic proportions.

Months later when the first babies began to arrive; 
we discovered that their blood was a match for the 
twins, Jared and Jenny.  Now there was a bigger 
source and more of the fertility drug could be made.  

We were working on making a vaccine for the virus too 
so that it could be disseminated against the alien 
invasion should the time come.  We still hadn't 
perfected it to the point where we wanted to sell it 
to the public yet.

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DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
MAY 2005

I could hardly sit still waiting for him to get here.  
I'd had my appointment today and sat gripping the 
results of my test.  Mulder had gone in to the office 
to hand in our report and meet with Skinner and the 
other two agents on the X-Files team.  Then he was 
cutting his day short.  It had bothered him that he 
couldn't go with me to get the results. 

The doctor had called me in two days after my last 
appointment, insisting that I come in.  We'd figured 
something was wrong.  It turned out that something 
was very right.

I heard his key in the lock and jumped up from the 
kitchen table.  I stood in the living room as he 
dropped his briefcase and came toward me.  

I hugged him tightly. "Whoa, whoa.  What's going on, 
Scully?"

Then he heard the crumpling of the paper in my hand 
behind my back.  He backed me up gently and looked at 
it.  "Was there something wrong?  Damn, I should have 
been gone with you."

I smiled and held out the paper, my eyes filling with 
tears.  I suddenly couldn't even speak around the 
gigantic lump in my throat.  

Seeing my tears he assumed the worst, and grabbed the 
paper from my hand, turning it so he could read it.  
It took a few minutes for it to register.  He looked 
up and whispered, "Positive?"

I grinned so hard my cheeks hurt.  

"Oh my God!  We're pregnant?"

I nodded vigorously.  He whooped and threw the paper 
in the air.  I began to laugh and he scooped me up 
hugging so tight it almost hurt.  I wrapped my legs 
around his hips and he walked to the couch, sitting 
down carefully.  

I straddled his thighs and he put his hand on my 
stomach.  "It finally worked," I choked out.  "I'm 
two months pregnant."

"Oh God, Scully.  You have no idea how happy this 
makes me."

I launched myself into his arms and we just sat and 
rocked each other, overcome.  It had been such a long 
struggle and it wasn't over yet.

He cleared his throat and pulled my head off his 
shoulder, cupping my face gently.  He stared at me 
and smiled.  "You have to marry me now," he said with 
conviction.

I grinned.  "Oh, I do, do I?"

"Yes, you do, if I have to drag you kicking and 
screaming to the altar."

He began to laugh, the sound tinged with hysteria.  

"Yes!" I shouted.

He leaned in and kissed me until I couldn't breathe.

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IMMORTALITY RANCH
BOZEMAN, MT
MAY 2005

Lothian read the ad one more time.  "Concerned 
researcher looking for volunteers to help with the 
study of the history of Lycanthropes and the building 
of the myth throughout history.  If interested in a 
live-in study group, please call Lothian at 406-922-
4839."  He paused.  "What do you think?  Too subtle?  
Too obvious?"

"What happens if you get real grad students showing 
up?" I asked.

"Lyndlay, I don't know how else to do this.  I can't 
exactly put an ad in the paper that says 'Are you a 
werewolf?  Come live with us!'  I mean, how else do I 
reach them?"

"I'm not saying it won't work, you just need a 
contingency plan in case some humans show up."

"Would you be able to hypnotize them into forgetting 
that they came here?"

"I suppose I could wipe out the memory.  Give them a 
post-hypnotic suggestion to leave the ranch and go to 
the nearest town before they wake up from the 
trance."

"That would work.  We'd have someone follow them, 
make sure they didn't run into trouble."

"Someone meaning me, right?  If I do the hypnosis, 
I'm the only one that can bring them out of it before 
they reach the post-hypnotic trigger spot."

He looked up with his brown puppy dog eyes and I 
laughed.  "Yes, go ahead, I'll do it."

He smiled so widely I wondered if his face hurt from 
it.  He stood up from the desk, picked me up around 
the waist and twirled me around in a circle before 
setting me down and bending me over one arm.  His 
lips found mine and I opened eagerly as he plunged 
his tongue inside.  He broke the kiss finally and 
said, "I love you so much, it hurts, Lyndlay."

I misted up and gave him an Eskimo kiss, rubbing my 
nose against his.  "I love you too."

He swallowed harshly and his voice dropped to that 
low, sexy baritone that made my knees go weak.  
"Let's have another baby, Lynd."

"What?"

"You know, make another baby."

"You want another one so soon?"

He smiled.  "I'd keep you barefoot and pregnant 
constantly if I could."

"You want to create a pack of your own."

He grinned.  "Not a bad idea."

I rolled my eyes.  "You're impossible."

He kissed me again and then whispered as his lips 
wandered over my jaw, my neck and collarbones.  
"Please, Lyndlay.  Please, please, love you so much.  
Come on, let's make another baby."

I giggled as his five o'clock shadow tickled my neck.  
"All right.  If it means that much to you."

"I don't want you to do it if you don't want to, or 
if you're not ready.  Just think about it," he 
backpedaled.

I grinned.  "I told you after Luther was born, I 
wouldn't mind if it happened."

"Even this soon?"

"Even this soon.  I love you, Lothian.  I want a 
family with you."

"We have a family now, Lyndlay.  I want you to be 
happy.  Don't do it just 'cause I'm a pushy lout."

I laughed.  "I'm not.  Why are you backing up so fast 
on this all of a sudden?"

He sighed.  "I just realized how pushy I was being.  
I don't mean to be.  Would it really make you happy?"

"Yes."  I tugged his hand and he followed me out of 
the office, down the hall and into the bedroom.  I 
turned to his and pulled his head down to meet mine.  
"Let's make a baby."

He groaned and attacked my mouth like he was 
starving.


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PART 7 
XXXXXXXXXX

IMMORTALITY RANCH
BOZEMAN, MT
AUGUST 2005

The ad worked even better than he planned.  We placed 
it in all the major city newspapers around the 
country.  Lycans began showing up every few days, 
anywhere from 2 to 20 at a time.  In a few short 
months, the ranch was overrun with 200 Lycans.  

We set them to work building homes, giving each pack 
of four to ten members, a five-acre plot to build a 
home on.  The farmer next to our land decided to 
retire and sell his property.  Our ranch was booming, 
cattle sales were up and it was decided to snap up 
the land.  The man was delighted when Lothian didn't 
even haggle on the price.  

New flurries of activity were set in motion as they 
repaired some of the old man's buildings and tore 
others down.  More houses went up. 

XXXXXXXXXX

IMMORTALITY RANCH
BOZEMAN, MT
2050 A.D.

I watched their rapt faces as Scully continued to 
pontificate.  "So then Grampa Mulder and I got 
married and had," she said, swallowing her laughter 
as the kids cut her off.

"UNCLE CHARLIE!"

Scully nodded sagely.  "And two years after that," 
she continued.

"AUNTIE SAMANTHA!" they chorused.

I chuckled, never ceasing to be amused, despite how 
many times I watched her tell the story.

"And then?" she questioned.

"UNCLE RYAN AND AUNTIE MELISSA at the same time!"

She nodded sagely again as though supremely impressed 
with their memories.  "That's right.  Then Mrs. Byers 
and I figured out a way to give the vampires and the 
werewolves babies together through science.  So all 
the volunteers came right here to the ranch.  Then we 
put vampire babies in werewolf's bellies and werewolf 
babies in vampire bellies.  Those babies were so 
healthy that they never get sick!  Can you believe 
it?  After that, they could have their own babies 
once they were big enough and they are all healthy as 
horses!  Who are they again?"

"THEY'RE US!" they screamed and giggled.

"Indeed.  Then I published our finding in the AMA 
Journal to tell the world that ladies could now have 
big, healthy babies if they wanted, and their cells 
would never break down and they would live for years 
longer than usual."

"And you became a world-renowned scientist who saved 
the world from aliens!" they all said in unison.

Scully chuckled.  "Well, I don't know about world 
renowned, but it made me a lot of money!"

They all giggled.

"And now, it's time for bed!" she pronounced.

"Aww, no, come on!" they grumbled.

"Uh, uh.  No protests.  You promised if I told the 
story, you would go to bed without complaint.  You're 
not going to break your promise, are you?"

"No, guess not, no way," sounded around the room.

"And why is that?" she asked.

"Because promises are golden!" they repeated their 
mantra.

"Now, off with you!"

XXXXXXXXXX

IMMORTALITY RANCH
BOZEMAN, MT
SCHOOLHOUSE
3000 A.D.

I watched Scully at the head of the classroom.  She 
looked up, peering over her glasses.  "Okay, class, 
turn to page 58.  We're going to read about the 
history of the lycanthropes."

Fifty-year-old Carina's son, Draper, nudged me as I 
sat next to him in the rear row.  He was ten years 
old and precocious as his mother had been.  Lyndlay 
and Lothian now had ten kids, and some of them were 
having kids.  It was hard to keep up.  He was 
extremely earnest when he looked at me and whispered, 
"How old is Grandma Mulder?" 

I smiled.  "She's 137 years old now and I'm 140."

He shook his head as though it were unbelievable.  
"Wow, that's really old."

THE END.